Thursday, 15 November 2007
The Mouse and the Mouse-trap (a story)
One clear sunny day, Mouse was whistling away as he happily jogged down the stony, cobbled way. He wiped off his mouth with his tiny, tiny hands and brushed his ragged whiskers as he entered the farmer’s house. He could hear the sounds of laughter coming from the inner room. He stood outside the room and peeped through the crack in the wall. He could see the farmer and his wife open a brown package.
“Hmmn! I wonder what food it contains.” Said Mr mousie as he saw them unpack the package. He was devastated to discover that it was a dreaded mouse trap.
He ran outside the house, frightened and upset. He was panting heavily as he reached the green farmyard.
“There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” he proclaimed the warning as he turned toward the chicken.
The chicken clucked and scratched and raised her furry head, “I am sorry for you Mr Mousie, Which is a danger for you. It can not ever harm me, I don’t really care.”
Mouse was perspiring and ran towards the pig 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”
The pig grunted softly as he turned to his side “Sorry Mr Mousie, There is nothing I can do, but fear not my friend, I shall pray for you.”
The mouse took out his kerchief and wiped off his tears, then turned towards the cow and told her his fears. 'There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!'
The cow moo-ed loudly then sneered at him “Oh Mr Mousie, is that really true? I am truly, truly sorry, I will forever miss you.”
Not a friend did he find in all the farmland, dejected, with his head down, he scurried up to his den. He had to face the farmer’s mousetrap, alone and scared; he knew he could never escape that wretched mousetrap.
That very dark night, a sound was heard, throughout the house, loud clack was heard. -- Like the sound of a mousetrap that was trapping its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught, in a mousetrap. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail was trapped.
The snake was confused and too much in pain, he snapped up towards the light and bit the farmer’s wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital and she returned home with a fever
A fever he could treat with a hot, fresh chicken soup. So the framer took his hatchet and chopped off the chicken.
But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came, round the clock they waited at her house to make her well. To feed his guest at lunch time, he prepared a lunch for all, he went to his farmland and butchered a pig.
The farmer's wife did not get well; and next day she died. At the funeral cow was slaughtered to feed the crowd.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall; he was filled with great sadness and wept behind the wall.
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you,
When one of us is threatened, we are all at risk. We all are involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort, to bring a smile to a friend and to encourage one another.
Remember. . . . . .
One of the best things to hold on, in to in this wide world, it is best to hold on, a hand of a friend. ! ! !