“Still wrong,” squeaked the mouse. “It is not I who am strong. If I were, could the cat catch me?”
“Well, then, it is the cat that is strong,” said Tumtollo.
“The cat caught the mouse.
The mouse burrowed the hill.
The hill stopped the wind.
The wind uprooted the tree.
The tree threw Tumtollo to the ground.”
“No, Tumtollo, I am not strong,” mewed the cat. “If I were, could the dog frighten me?”