"That thing is a trap," said City Mouse. "The minute you touch the cheese something comes down on your head and you're dead." The little Country Mouse looked at the trap, and at the little City Mouse. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I think I will go home. I'd rather have barley and grain to eat in peace than have sugar and dried prunes and cheese and be frightened to death all the time!" So the little Country Mouse went back to his home, and there he stayed all the rest of his life.
I'm posting from the public library (where one of the women who doesn't like me works. I'm avoiding eye contact.)
posted by SAS @ 3:58 PM
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Are you sure the library lady hates you, or is she just inbred?
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