036. THE MOUSE AND THE WEASEL. A little, starvling, thin-gutted rogue of a mouse, had, with much pushing and application, made his way through a small hole into a corn-basket, where he stuffed and crammed so plentifully, that when he would have retired the way he came, he found himself too plump, with all his endeavours, to accomplish it.
A weasel, who stood at some distance, and had been diverting himself with beholding the vain efforts of the little fat thing, called to him and said, “Harkye, honest friend! If you have a mind to make your escape, there is but one way for it; contrive to grow as poor and lean as you were when you entered, and then, perhaps, you may get off.” [more info]
A weasel, who stood at some distance, and had been diverting himself with beholding the vain efforts of the little fat thing, called to him and said, “Harkye, honest friend! If you have a mind to make your escape, there is but one way for it; contrive to grow as poor and lean as you were when you entered, and then, perhaps, you may get off.” [more info]
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