The dog was very proud of his voice and he barked with all his might.
“No, no,” cried the ant, “I’ll not marry you, Mr. Dog. Your sharp bark frightens me. Go away.”
After a time a wee little mouse came frisking that way.
“How pretty you are, Miss Ant! Will you marry me?” said the mouse.
“Sing,” said the ant, “so I may hear your voice.”
Now the wee little mouse was not at all proud of his voice. But he squeaked as sweetly as he could, “Wee, wee, wee!”
“Yes, yes,” cried the ant, “I’ll marry you, dear Mouse. Your sweet little voice pleases me. Come right in.”
In scampered the mouse.