The town mouse was lived by his friend, a country mouse, to come for a visit. The fresh air was lovely and the hospitality very warm, But for the tastes of the town house life in the food was too plain and not very appestising. The country mouse listened to what his friend had to say and decided to close up his own house and follow the town to the city.
The town mouse’s house was small and had no garden, but it was very luxurious; marble floors, mirrors, and paintings on the walls, and a large cupboard, not filled with wheat and hay, but dates, figs, and fruit, not to mention bread, cheese and delicious cakes.
The two friends sat down to dinner and for the country mouse it was a meal fit for a king. But it was also very stressful. From time to time, a cat would come along, or woman would pass by, or a child, and two mice would have to run and hide in a hole, with their hearts in their mouths.
After this had gone on for some time, the country mouse could not stand it and more. He was plane and trembling. ‘Keep your luxury and your riches,’ he said to his friend, packing his case. ‘I prefer my own way of life. It may be dull, but it is so much more peaceful than yours.,
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