The food is done,
Decked is the cloth,
Come taste the broth,
Ye neighbours all
Come to my call!’
The house-door opened and little Mouk saw many cats and dogs enter. He stood a moment in doubt as to whether he should answer the invitation, but at length he took courage and went in. A pair of young cats trotted along before him and he decided to follow them, guessing they knew the way to the kitchen better than he did.
THE STORY OF LITTLE MOUK.
“He decided to follow them.”
“When Mouk reached the top of the staircase he saw the old woman who had looked out of the window. She looked at him sulkily and asked what he wanted—‘I heard you inviting everyone to partake of your food,’ answered little Mouk, ‘and came in too, because I was so hungry.’