Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . seeing him there, began toplay about him, and finally one of them, muchbraver than the other, ran over the Lions head,through his tawny mane and beneath his great forepaw. The Lions rest waj nearly over, and the littlefeet of the Mouse tickled the huge beast into wake-fulness. Opening one eye, he spied the Mouse underhis paw, and closed his big toes over his tremblingprisoner. What are you doing here, you miserable littleMouse? said the Lion in a terrible roar. Whydo you distur
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . seeing him there, began toplay about him, and finally one of them, muchbraver than the other, ran over the Lions head,through his tawny mane and beneath his great forepaw. The Lions rest waj nearly over, and the littlefeet of the Mouse tickled the huge beast into wake-fulness. Opening one eye, he spied the Mouse underhis paw, and closed his big toes over his tremblingprisoner. What are you doing here, you miserable littleMouse? said the Lion in a terrible roar. Whydo you disturb my noonday nap in the shade? Illbreak every bone in your ugly little body. Down came the big toes, out sprang the awfulclaws, just as they do on the cats foot when shedreams of hunting. The JNIouse thought surely hislast hour had come, and he cried loud as he couldin his weak, trembling voice: O, Mr. Lion, spare me! Spare me! I didnt meanto disturb you, truly I didnt. You see, I was justplaying, and your mane was so soft and beautiful,I couldnt keep out of it, and under your paws was 76 The Lion and the Mouse. THE MOUSE GNAWED AT THE BIG ROPES just the place to hide, so here I came. I didnt meanany harm—I didnt think youd care, Mr. Lion,Dont kill me this time. Ill never, never do itagain. Well, see that you dont, growled the you would be small business for me, any-how. It w^as not many days after this that the Lion,while hunting near by, was caught in a net whichsome hunters had spread for him. He struggledfiercely and roared in anger, but the more he rolledabout and the harder he kicked and pawed, the moreclosely the net clung to him, till at last, weary withfighting, he lay bound and helpless, an easy preyfor the hunters when they shoidd return. TheMouse which the Lion had spared lived in a little The Lion and the Mouse 77 nest of grass not far from where the JAon wascaught. He heard the noise of the struggle and satat home with a beating heart, afraid to ven
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