Once upon a time, a cat met a mouse. The cat tells the mouse how much he likes it and how he wants to make friends with it, and after some sweet words, the mouse finally agrees to be with the cat and live together.
Cat and mouse
"It's time to prepare for the winter, or we'll have to go hungry." The cat said to the mouse, "I said you, dear mouse, don't run around, I'm really worried that you will eventually be caught. The rat accepted this kind advice and went to buy a jar of lard. They couldn't think of where the lard was stored for a while, and finally the cat came up with a way: "I see, where the lard is hidden, it is not as safe as the church, and no one dares to go to the church to steal things, right?" Let's hide the lard under the altar, and we won't touch it until we have to. So they hid the lard in the safest place.
But before long, the cat could not stop the worms and wanted to eat lard, so he said to the mouse, "Listen to me, my dear, my cousin has given birth to a son, the fur is white, and there are flowers and flowers." She asked me to be the godfather of the child, and I took it to the baptism. Let me go, you leave alone to take good care of the house. "Well, you go," replied the rat, "and you can go as long as you wish." If there's anything delicious, bring me something. The red wine that the mother drank was sweet and delicious, but don't forget to leave it for me. "In fact, what the cat said is all false, what cousin does it have?" Who asked him to be the godfather? Nothing.
And the cat went straight to the church, sneaked to the oil tank, stuck out his tongue and licked the lard, licked it, and licked the hard skin on the top of the lard. Then it ran to the roof of the city and scattered, and took the opportunity to spread out on all fours and lie down to bask in the sun. Whenever I think of that jar of lard, I can't help but wipe my beard. It didn't come home until the evening.
"Hey, you're back," said the mouse, "that day will spoil you?" Okay. "The cat answered." What did you give your child a name?" The mouse asked. "There's no skin." The cat answered listlessly. "No skin?" The rat couldn't help but cry out, "What a strange name! Could it be that you cat families are all taking strange names?" What's the fuss about that?" The cat said, "That's better than what you rats call 'bread crumb pickpockets.'"
Before long, the cat's mouth was hungry again, so he said to the mouse, "Please do me a favor, and let you stay alone again." Someone else asked me to be a godfather to my children. It's hard to be gracious. The kind rat naturally agreed. So the cat slipped behind the city wall, climbed into the church, and ate half a can of lard in one gulp. After eating the lard, it said to itself: "If you don't swallow something in your stomach, how beautiful is the taste?" This day the cat had a really good day.
When he got home, the rat asked, "What did you name this kid?" Leave half. "The cat answered." Stay half! I have never heard of such a name in my life. I bet I won't find such a strange name in the book. ”
Before long, the cat salivated at the delicacy and couldn't help but say to the mouse, "It is a good thing to have a way to become three." You see, I'm going to be the godfather again. This time, the child could not find a single white hair except for the white claws that were black and oily. It's a once-in-a-lifetime good thing. Needless to say, you're not going to stop me, right?" One is called 'no skin' and the other is called 'stay half'. The mouse said, "What a strange name, I really can't figure it out." "Look at your virtue, wearing a dark gray velvet robe, dragging a long braid, staying at home all day and thinking wildly. Blame yourself for staying at home during the day and not going out, how much you haven't seen!" The cat replied.
After the cat left, the mouse took the opportunity to clean the room and tidy up the house in an orderly manner. But the hungry cat secretly reimbursed the half can of lard. "If you don't get it all into your belly, you won't be sure." It talked to itself, dragged its round belly, and didn't come home until night.
As soon as the rat saw the split head, he asked the third child what the name was. "Maybe it's a name you don't like to hear," said the cat, "and it's light." "Essence?" The rat shouted, "That's weird! I've never seen a name like this in any book. Essence, what does it mean?" The rat said and shook his brain, curled up, and lay down to sleep. Since then, no one has ever asked a cat to be a godfather.
Winter is coming, and there is nothing out there to fill your stomach anymore. Naturally, the rats remembered the jar of lard they had hidden, and said to the cat, "Let's go and bring the hidden lard, and it will taste beautiful." "No," replied the cat, "I will satisfy you, as beautiful as you stick your pointed tongue out the window and drink the northwest wind!"
Cat and Mouse left the house and went to the church to find that the jar, though still in its old place, was empty. "Ah, now I see what is going on," said the mouse, "that's the way it is!" Good on you loyal friend! The mouth is talking about going to be a godfather, but in fact, stealing oil, first eating the crusty skin, then eating half of it, and finally "Shut up!" The cat roared, "You dare to squeak again, see I don't eat you!" Eat well!" As soon as these words reached the mouth of the poor mouse, the cat jumped up, caught the mouse, and swallowed it into his stomach.
I'm not flustered, and I think the tom and jerry story above reflects a realistic dating problem. Rats must never make friends with cats, otherwise they will only harm themselves. As a mouse, no matter how much sweet words the cat has, don't believe it. What do you think of this?
Reference: Grimm's Fairy Tales