"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.
This one is fun (thanks LS). I actually excpected to come up Italian, but the French thing doesn't surprise me at all.
Your Inner European is French! |
 Smart and sophisticated. You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so. |
posted by SAS @ 2:13 PM
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