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The Buffalo and the Field Mouse

Once upon a time, when the Field-Mouse was out
gathering wild beans for the winter, his neighbor, the
Buffalo, came down to graze in the meadow. This the
little Mouse did not like, for he knew that the other
would mow down all the long grass with his prickly
tongue, and there would be no place in which to hide.
He made up his mind to offer battle like a man.

“Ho, Friend Buffalo, I challenge you to a fight! “he
exclaimed in a small, squeaking voice.

The Buffalo paid no attention, thinking it only a joke.
The Mouse angrily repeated the challenge, and still his
enemy went on quietly grazing. Then the little Mouse
laughed with contempt as he offered his defiance. The
Buffalo at last looked at him and replied carelessly:

“You had better keep still, little one, or I shall come
over there and step on you, and there will be nothing
left! ”

“You can’t do it! “replied the Mouse.

“I tell you to keep still,”insisted the Buffalo, who was
getting angry. “If you speak to me again, I shall
certainly come and put an end to you! ”

“I dare you to do it! “said the Mouse, provoking him.

Thereupon the other rushed upon him. He trampled thc
grass clumsily and tore up the earth with his front hoofs.
When he had ended, he looked for the Mouse, but he
could not see him anywhere.

“I told you I would step on you, and there would be
nothing left! “he muttered.

Just then he felt a scratching inside his right ear. He
shook his head as hard as he could, and twitched his
ears back and forth. The gnawing went deeper and
deeper until he was half wild with the pain. He pawed
with his hoofs and tore up the sod with his horns.
Bellowing madly, he ran as fast as he could, first straight
forward and then in circles, but at last he stopped and
stood trembling. Then the Mouse jumped out of his ear,
and said:

“Will you know now that I am master? ”

“No! “bellowed the Buffalo, and again he started toward
the Mouse, as if to trample him under his feet. The little
fellow was nowhere to be seen, but in a minute the
Buffalo felt him in the other ear. Once more he became
wild with pain, and ran here and there over the prairie,
at times leaping high in the air. At last he fell to the
ground and lay quite still. The Mouse came out of his
ear, and stood proudly upon his dead body.

“Eho! “said he, “I have killed the greatest of all beasts.
This will show to all that I am master! ”

Standing upon the body of the dead Buffalo, he called
loudly for a knife with which to dress his game.

In another part of the meadow, Red Fox, very hungry,
was hunting mice for his breakfast. He saw one and
jumped upon him with all four feet, but the little Mouse
got away, and he was terribly disappointed.

All at once he thought he heard a distant call: “Bring a
knife! Bring a knife ! ”

When the second call came, Red Fox started in the
direction of the sound. At the first knoll he stopped and
listened, but hearing nothing more, he was about to go
back. Just then he heard the call plainly, but in a very
thin voice, “Bring a knife!”Red Fox immediately set out
again and ran as fast as he could.

By and by he came upon the huge body of the Buffalo
lying upon the ground. The little Mouse still stood upon
the body.

“I want you to dress this Buffalo for me and I will give
you some of the meat,”commanded the Mouse.

“Thank you, my friend, I shall be glad to do this for
you,”he replied, politely.

The Fox dressed the Buffalo, while the Mouse sat upon
a mound near by, looking on and giving his orders. “You
must cut the meat into small pieces,” he said to the Fox.
When the Fox had finished his work, the Mouse paid
him with a small piece of liver. He swallowed it quickly
and smacked his lips.

“Please, may I have another piece?” he asked quite

“Why, I gave you a very large piece! How greedy you
are!”exclaimed the Mouse. “You may have some of the
blood clots,”he sneered. So the poor Fox took the blood
clots and even licked off the grass. He was really very

“Please may I take home a piece of the meat?”he
begged. “I have six little folks at home, and there is
nothing for them to eat.”

“You can take the four feet of the Buffalo. That ought
to be enough for all of you!”

“Hi, hi! Thank you, thank you!” said the Fox. “But,
Mouse, I have a wife also, and we have had bad luck in
hunting. We are almost starved. Can’t you spare me a
little more?”

“Why,”declared the Mouse, “I have already overpaid
you for the little work you have done. However, you
can take the head, too!”

Thereupon the Fox jumped upon the Mouse, who gave
one faint squeak and disappeared.

If you are proud and selfish you will lose all in the end.

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