A mouse’s tale iz az unhairy az a shustring. This iz another thing that bothers the philosophers, and i aint agoing to explain it unless i am paid for it.
I hav alreddy explained a grate menny things in the nuzepapers that i never got a cent for.
There aint nothing on earth that will fit a hole so snug az a mouse will. Yu would think they waz made on purpose for it, and they will fill it quicker, too, than ennything i ever saw. If yu want to see a mouse enter hiz hole, yu mustn’t wink. If do, yu will hav tew wait till next time.
I luv mice. They seem tew belong to us.
Rats i dont luv. They lack refinement.
THE YALLER DOG.
Dogs hav infested this world just about az long az man haz, and will hang around it, az long az thare is enny grizzle left on a bone.
We hav no reliable ackount ov the fust dog, and probably shant hav ov the final one.
If Adam kept a tarrier, or Eve a poodle, the laps of ages hav washed away the fakt.
If Noah had a pair ov each breed ov dogs, on board ov hiz vessell, and only one pair ov fleas, he waz well ont for dogs, and poor ont for fleas. But history iz numb on this subjekt.