![]() The two Mice scampered off and hid themselves in a narrow and exceedingly uncomfortable hole. The Country Mouse had never seen anything like it, and sat down to enjoy the luxuries his friend provided: but before they had well begun, the door of the larder opened and some one came in. You must come and stay with me, and I promise you you shall live on the fat of the land.” So when he returned to town he took the Country Mouse with him, and showed him into a larder containing flour and oatmeal and figs and honey and dates. Now, you should just see how I fare! My larder is a regular horn of plenty. The fare was not much to the taste of the guest, and presently he broke out with “My poor dear friend, you live here no better than the ants. The Town Mouse came, and they sat down to a dinner of barleycorns and roots, the latter of which had a distinctly earthy flavour. A TOWN MOUSE and a Country Mouse were acquaintances, and the Country Mouse one day invited his friend to come and see him at his home in the fields.
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