On the ground?" asked the town mouse. "Do I have to sleep on the ground?”
"Yes. this how we sleep in the country," his cousin answered.
As the 'town mouse lay down on the hard, cold ground, he suddenly thought of
something. "Cousin," he called out."
“Yes what is it?" the country mouse asked.
"Why is it so quiet here? Where are all the cars and lorries? Where are the radios
and the televisions? Where are all the lights?"
“This is how it is in the country." his cousin replied. "It's always quiet in the
country. Sometimes it is quieter than today. My grandfather says that our village is
the quietest among all the villages in our district." "Oh! Is it? The country is a
strange place," said the town mouse. But he said to himself, "1 don't think I like
this place."
Next morning, the town mouse found that there was no breakfast ready. His cousin
told him that they had to go to the nearby farm in search of food.
"We are sure to find something there," he said. "A nice piece of root or a tender bit of
sugar- cane." But the town mouse had enough. 'Thank you, cousin," he said. "But I
think I’II catch the next train home. I have suddenly remembered that I have
forgotten something." A few days later, the country mouse wrote to his cousin, the
town mouse. Here is the letter.
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