The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse

The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse

 One bright morning, in a peaceful countryside, a little brown mouse lived happily in his small 

burrow under an old oak tree. He was the Country Mouse. His home was simple, and he ate 

whatever nature gave him—grains, seeds, berries, and fresh fruit. Life was quiet, and he enjoyed 

the cool breeze, the chirping birds, and the rustling leaves.

One day, his cousin, the Town Mouse, came to visit. The Town Mouse looked neat and well￾groomed, with shiny gray fur and bright, curious eyes. He walked confidently and sniffed around 

the Country Mouse’s burrow.

“Welcome, cousin!” said the Country Mouse, offering him some grains and berries.

The Town Mouse took a small bite, then wrinkled his nose. “My dear cousin,” he said, “how do 

you live like this? The food is plain, and the countryside is too quiet. You must visit me in the 

city! There, you will taste delicious cheese, sweet cakes, and fine food every day. There are 

grand houses, bright lights, and so many exciting things!”

The Country Mouse was curious. He had never been to the city before, and his cousin made it 

sound amazing. “Alright,” he said, “I will come with you.”

The two mice set off toward the town. When they arrived, the Country Mouse was surprised. The 

city was noisy and full of people. Tall buildings stood close together, and there were no fields or 

trees, only stone roads and large houses.

The Town Mouse led him into a huge house. The kitchen was full of food—cheese, bread, fruits, 

and even sweet cakes. The Country Mouse’s eyes widened. “This is wonderful!” he said.

“Go ahead,” the Town Mouse said proudly. “Eat as much as you like.”

The Country Mouse took a bite of cheese—it was soft and creamy. He tried a piece of cake—it 

was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. “You were right!” he said. “The city has the best 

food!”

Just as he was about to take another bite, there was a loud BANG! The ground shook as 

footsteps approached. The Town Mouse’s eyes widened. “Quick! Hide!”

The kitchen door burst open, and a big, fierce cat walked in. It sniffed the air and let out a low 

growl.

The two mice dashed under the cupboard, their tiny hearts beating fast. The cat prowled around, 

searching for them. It sniffed the table, then the floor. The Country Mouse held his breath, too 

scared to move.

After a while, the cat lost interest and walked away. The Town Mouse grinned. “It’s safe now. 

Let’s go back to eating.”

But the Country Mouse shook his head. “Do you always have to hide like this?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” the Town Mouse said. “We must watch out for the cat, traps, and even humans.”

Just as he finished speaking, there was a CLANG! A metal trap snapped shut near the door. The 

Country Mouse jumped back in shock.

“What was that?” he asked.

“A trap,” said the Town Mouse casually. “The house is full of them.”

The Country Mouse’s ears twitched. He thought about his home—the quiet fields, the fresh air, 

and the simple but peaceful life. There were no loud noises, no scary cats, and no dangerous 

traps.