The flavour was not much to the taste of the Town Mouse and presently he broke out with “My poor dear friend, you live here no better than the ants. Now, you should just see how I fare! My larder is a regular horn of plenty. You must come and stay with me and I promise 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.
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.
The two Mice scampered off and hid themselves in a narrow and exceedingly uncomfortable hole.
Sometime later, when all was quiet, they ventured out again.
But some one else came in, and off they scuttled again. This kept happening repeatedly.
This was too much for the Country Mouse. "Good bye," said he, "I'm off. You live in the lap of luxury, I can see, but you are surrounded by dangers whereas at home I can enjoy my simple dinner of roots and corn in peace."
"Be content in life."
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