“I am afraid not,” replied his cousin. “But I found a very nice piece of root today anda tender bit of sugar-cane. I’m sure you will enjoy that.” Kitchen Cupboard,
11 March 2012.
I have been ill with a cough and my doctor feels I need aholiday. He has asked me to spend a week in the countryside.May I stay with you? Please give me an early reply.
With warm regards,
The Mouse Hole,
Receiving the invitation from the country mouse, the town mouse packed his bags andcaught the next train to the countryside. The day was bright and sunny and soon the townmouse began to feel hot in the train.
“I wish there was an air-conditioned coach,” he said to himself. “I feel very uncomfortable here”.
However, there was nothing he could do about it. So, he grumbled to himself while the train chugged slowly into the country. The country mouse was waiting at the station.
“Oh, cousin,” the town mouse said as soon as he got off the train. “The train wasdreadful, I feel terribly hot and thirsty. I hope you have something ice-cold for me to drink at home.
“Well, I have some water,” said the country mouse. “But I can look around for some coconut water if you like.
“Coconut water?” asked the town mouse in horror. “Don’t you have any orange juice or lemonade?”
“I am afraid not,” replied his cousin. “But I found a very nice piece of root today anda tender bit of sugar-cane. I’m sure you will enjoy that.”
“Root? Sugar-cane?” the town mouse exclaimed. “But I don’t eat raw food like that.”
The country mouse said, “This is what we eat in the country. So, I’m afraid you toohave to eat this. Try it. It’s not bad.”
The town mouse did not enjoy his dinner at all. He nibbled at the root and the sugar-cane and then said he wanted to sleep. The country mouse showed a corner in the mousehole and said, “There you are; you can sleep there.”
“On the ground?” asked the town mouse. “Do I have to sleep on the ground?”“Yes, this is how we sleep in the country,” his cousin answered.
As the town mouse lay down on the hard, cold ground, he suddenly thought ofsomething. “Cousin,” he called out.