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Dublin Core
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Title
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Tales of Laughter
Creator
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Kate Douglas Wiggin and Nora Archibald Smith
Source
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Internet Archive
Publisher
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The Mclure Company
Date
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1908
Relation
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very similar to (48), both borrow from (16) and (12)
Language
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English
Identifier
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49
Coverage
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274-277
Description
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ONCE upon a time a Town Mouse met a Country Mouse on the outskirts of a wood. The Country Mouse was sitting under a hazel thicket plucking nuts. " Busy harvesting, I see," said the Town Mouse. " Who would think of our meeting in this out-of-the-way part of the world ?" " Just so," said the Country Mouse. " You are gathering nuts for your winter store ? " said the Town Mouse. " I am obliged to do so if we intend having anything to live upon during the winter/' said the Country Mouse. " The husk is big and the nut full this year, enough to satisfy any hungry body," said the Town Mouse. " Yes, you are right there," said the Country Mouse ; and then she related how well she lived and how comfortable she was at home. The Town Mouse maintained that she was the better off, but the Country Mouse said that nowhere could one be so well off as in the woods and hills. The Town Mouse, however, declared she was best off; and as they could not agree on this point they promised to visit each other at Christmas ; then they could see for themselves which was really the more comfortable. The first visit was to be paid by the Town Mouse. Now, although the Country Mouse had moved down from the mountains for the winter, the road to her house was long and tiring, and one had to travel up hill and down dale; the snow lay thick and deep, so the Town Mouse found it hard work to get on, and she became both tired and hungry before she reached the end of her journey. " How nice it will be to get some food," she thought. The Country Mouse had scraped together the best she had. There were nut kernels, polypody, and other sorts of roots, and many other good things which grow in woods and fields. She kept it all in a hole far under ground, so the frost could not reach it, and close by was a running spring, open all the winter, so she could drink as much water as she liked. There was an abundance of all she had, and they ate both well and heartily; but the Town Mouse thought it was very poor fare indeed. "One can, of course, keep body and soul together on this," said she ; " but I don't think much of it. Now you must be good enough to visit me and taste what we have." Yes, that her hostess would, and before long she set out. The Town Mouse had gathered together all the scraps from the Christmas fare which the woman of the house had dropped on the floor during the holidays bits of cheese, butter, and tallow ends, cake-crumbs, pastry, and many other good things. In the dish under the ale-tap she had drink enough ; in fact, the place was full of all kinds of dainties. They ate and fared well ; the Country Mouse seemed never to have enough; she had never tasted such delicacies. But then she became thirsty, for she found the food both strong and rich, and now she wanted something to drink. " We haven't far to go for the beer we shall drink," said the Town Mouse, and jumped upon the edge of the dish and drank till she was no longer thirsty; she did not drink too much, for she knew the Christmas beer was strong. The Country Mouse, however, thought the beer a splendid drink ; she had never tasted anything but water, so she took one sip after another, but as she could not stand strong drink she became dizzy before she left the dish. The drink got into her head and down into her toes and she began running and jumping about from one beer-barrel to the other, and to dance and tumble about on the shelves among the cups and mugs; she squeaked and squealed as if she were intoxicated. " You must not carry on as if you had just come from the backwoods and make such a row and noise," said the Town Mouse ; " the master of the house is a bailiff, and he is very strict indeed," she said. The Country Mouse said she didn't care either for bailiffs or beggars. But the cat sat at the top of the cellar steps, lying in wait, and heard all the chatter and noise. When the woman of the house went down to draw some beer and lifted the trap-door the cat slipped by into the cellar and struck its claws into the Country Mouse. Then there was quite another sort of dance. The Town Mouse slid back into her hole and sat in safety looking on, while the Country Mouse suddenly became sober when she felt the claws of the cat in her back. " Oh, my dear bailiff, oh, dearest bailiff, be merciful and spare my life and I will tell you a fairy tale," she said. " Well, go on," said the cat. " Once upon a time there were two little mice," said the Country Mouse, squeaking slowly and pitifully, for she wanted to make the story last as long as she could. " Then they were not lonely," said the cat dryly and curtly. " And they had a steak which they were going to fry." " Then they could not starve," said the cat. " And they put it out on the roof to cool," said the Country Mouse. " Then they did not burn themselves," said the cat. " But there came a fox and a crow and ate it all up," said the Country Mouse. " Then I'll eat you," said the cat. But just at that moment the woman shut the trap-door with a slam, which so startled the cat that she let go her hold of the mouse. One bound and the Country Mouse found herself in the hole with the Town Mouse. From there a passage led out into the snow, and you may be sure the Country Mouse did not wait long before she set out homeward. " And this is what you call living at ease and being well off," she said to the Town Mouse. " Heaven preserve me from having such a fine place and such a master! Why, I only just got away with my life
Antagonist: Cat
Christmas
Country Food: Nuts
Country Food: Polypoly
Country Food: Roots
From United States
Town Food: Beer
Town Food: Butter
Town Food: Cakes
Town Food: Cheese
Town Food: Pastries
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Dublin Core
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Title
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Fairy tales from the far North
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Peter Christen Asbjørnsen
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Hathi Trust
Publisher
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David Nutt
Date
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1897
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Translated by H. L. Braekstad
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A variant of 12
Language
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English
Identifier
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16
Coverage
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116-121
Description
An account of the resource
Once Upon a time a town mouse met a country mouse on the outskirts of a wood. The country mouse was sitting under a hazel thicket pluck- ing nuts. “Busy harvesting, I see," said the town mouse. “ Who would think of our meeting in this out-of-the-way part of the world ? " “just so," said the country mouse. “You are gathering nuts for your winter store?" said the town mouse. “I am obliged to do so if we intend having anything to live upon during the winter," said the country mouse. “The husk is big and the nut full this year, enough to satisfy any hungry body," said the town mouse. “Yes, you are right there," said the country mouse; and then she related how well she lived and how comfortable she was at home. The town mouse maintained that she was the better off, but the country mouse said that nowhere could one be so well off as in the woods and hills. The town mouse, however, declared she was best off; and as they could not agree on this point they promised to visit one another at Christmas, then they could see for themselves which was really the most comfortable. The first visit was to be paid by the town mouse. Now, although the country mouse had moved down from the mountains for the winter, the road was long and tiring and one had to travel up hill and down dale ; the snow lay thick and deep, so the town mouse found it hard work to get on and she became both tired and hungry before she reached the end of her journey. How nice it will be to get some food, she thought. The country mouse had scraped together the best she had. There were nut kernels, polypoly and other sorts of roots, and many other good things which grow in woods and fields. She kept it all in a hole far under the ground, so the frost could not reach it, and close by was a running spring,‘ open all the winter, so she could drink as much water as she liked. There was an abundance of all she had, and they ate both well and heartily; but the town mouse thought it was very poor fare indeed. “One can, of course, keep body and soul together on this," said she; “but I don't think much of it. Now you must be good enough to visit me and taste what we have." Yes, that she would, and before long she set out. The town mouse had gathered together all the scraps from the Christmas fare which the woman of the house had dropped on the floor during the holidays—bits of cheese, butter and tallow ends, cake- crumbs, pastry and many other good things. In the dish under the ale-tap she had drink enough; in fact, the place was full of all kinds of dainties. They ate and fared well ; the country mouse seemed never to have had enough; she had never tasted such delicacies. But then she became thirsty, for she found the food both strong and rich, and now she wanted something to drink. “We haven't far to go for the beer we shall drink," said the town mouse, and jumped upon the edge of the dish and drank till she was no longer thirsty; she did not drink too much, for she knew the Christmas beer was strong. The country mouse, how- ever, thought the beer a splendid drink; she had never tasted anything but water, so she took one sip after another, but as she could not stand strong drink she became tipsy before she left the dish. The drink got into her head and down into her toes and she began running and jumping about from one beer barrel to the other, and to dance and tumble about on the shelves amongst the cups and mugs; she squeaked and screeched as if she were both drunk and mad. About her being drunk there was very little doubt. “You must not carry on as if you had just come from the backwoods and make such a row and noise," said the town mouse; “the master of the house is a baliff and he is very strict indeed," she added. The country mouse said she didn't care either for bailiffs or beggars. But the cat sat at the top of the cellar steps, lying in wait, and heard all the chatter and noise. When the woman of the house went down to draw some beer and lifted the trap door the cat slipped by into the cellar and struck its claws into the country mouse. Then there was quite another sort of dance. The town mouse slid back into her hole and sat in safety looking on, while the country mouse suddenly became sober when she felt the claws of the cat in her back. “ Oh, my dear bailiff, oh, dearest bailiff, be merciful and spare my life and I will tell you a fairy tale," she said. “well, go on," said the cat. “Once upon a time there were two little mice," said the country mouse, squeaking slowly and pitifully, for she wanted to make the story last as long as she could. “Then they were not lonely," said the cat dryly and curtly. “And they had a steak which they were going to fry." ‘‘Then they could not starve," said the cat. “And they put it out on the roof to cool," said the country mouse. “ Then they did not burn themselves," said the cat. “ But there came a fox and a crow and ate it all up," said the country mouse. “Then I'll eat you," said the cat. But just at that moment the woman shut the trap door with a slam, which so startled the cat that she let go her hold of the mouse. One bound, and the country mouse found herself in the hole with the town mouse. From there a passage led out into the snow, and you may be sure the country mouse did not wait long before she set out homewards. “And this is what you call living well and being best off," she said to the town mouse. “Heaven preserve me from having such a fine place and such a master! Why, I only just got away with my life ! "
Antagonist: Cat
Country Food: Nuts
Country Food: Polypoly
Country Food: Roots
From England
From Norway
Town Food: Beer
Town Food: Butter
Town Food: Cakes
Town Food: Cheese
Town Food: Pastries