Cat and mouse partnership

Cat and mouse partnership

A cat met a mouse and told it how he liked mice and was willing to make friends with it. The mouse listened to the cat's words and was skeptical. Finally, it was persuaded and agreed to live with the cat.

"We must prepare something for the winter, or we will starve in winter," said the cat. "But don't go anywhere, my little mouse, I'm really afraid you will get caught in some mouse trap." The mice took the cat's good advice, so they bought a can of lard, but neither of them knew where to put the lard. They thought left and right, and finally the cat said, "I think this lard is more suitable for the church, because no one dares to steal from the church. We hide the lard under the altar, and we will never move it unless we have to." And just like that, the lard can was put in a safe place.

But it didn't take long for the cat to want to eat lard, so he said to the mouse, "Little mouse, I want to tell you something. My cousin just gave birth to a baby, and she asked me to be the baby's godmother. The little baby is snow-white with some brown spots. I'm going to carry it to the baptism, so I'm going out today, and you're home alone, okay?"

"Yes, yes," said the mouse. "Go ahead. If there is anything delicious, remember me. I would love to try some red wine for baptism."

After the cat came out of the house, he went straight to the church, crept up to the lard jar, and began to lick and lick, licking the top layer of lard. Then he took a walk on the roofs of the city, trying his luck; then he lay down and basked in the sun. Whenever he thought of the jar of lard, he couldn't help licking his lips. He waited until dark to go home.

"Ah, you're back at last," said the mouse. "You must have had a good day, right?"

"Everything went well," the cat replied. "What name did you give that child?"

"No top floor!" the cat said nonchalantly.

"No top floor!" cried the mouse. "This strange name is rare. Do you often have such names in your family?"

"Then what?" The cat didn't take it seriously.

Before long, the cat wanted to eat lard again. It said to the mouse: "You have to do me a favor and look after the house alone again. I have been asked to be a godmother again, and this child has a white circle around his neck, I really can't refuse." The kind mouse agreed.

The cat slipped into the church from behind the city wall and ate half a jar of lard in one go. "There's nothing better than eating it in your own mouth," he thought, satisfied with the day's harvest.

When it got home, the mouse asked, "What's the name of this child?"

"Half eaten," the cat replied.

"Half eaten! I've never heard such a name since I've grown up!"

Soon, the cat's mouth began to drool again, and he wanted to lick the lard again.

"Good things come to three," it said. "I've been asked to be a godmother again. This child has white claws, dark body, and not a single white hair. This is something that will only happen in years, and of course you will agree with me, won't you?"

"No top! Half eaten!" replied the mouse. "What strange names! I really don't understand.

"You don't go out," said the cat. "You're wearing a dark gray leather jacket all day, dragging your long tail, sitting at home thinking about it, of course you can't figure it out!" After speaking, he left.

While the cat was away, the mouse cleaned the house and put things in order.

But the gluttonous cat ate the leftover lard. "You can only rest assured if you eat your food clean," he said to himself. He was full, and he didn't go home with a round belly until it was dark. When the mouse saw him coming back, he immediately asked him what the third child was named. "You won't like that name either," said the cat. "It's called'Eating All Up '."

"All eaten!" cried the mouse. "That name is so puzzling! I've never seen it in a book." It shook its head, curled up, lay down and fell asleep.

From then on, the cat was never invited to be a godmother again. But winter came, and there was nothing to eat outside. The mouse thought of what they had prepared for the winter, and said, "Cat! Let's go get the stored lard. We can have a good meal."

"Yes," replied the Cat, "it will make you as beautiful as sticking your pointed tongue out the window to drink the northwest wind."

They set off for the church, but when they got there, they saw that the lard tank was still there, but it was empty inside.

"Good heavens!" said the mouse. "Now I know what's going on! You are such a good friend! You ate all the lard! First the top layer, then half, and finally..."

"Shut up!" the cat shouted, "If you keep talking, I'll eat you too!

"... All eaten up," blurted the poor mouse. As soon as it finished speaking, the cat jumped on it, grabbed it, and swallowed it.