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CATCHING THE CAT by A Mouse










CATCHING THE CAT

by A Mouse


The mice had met in council; 


They all looked haggard and worn, 

For the state of afairs was too terrible 


To be any longer borne 

Not a family out of mourning — 


There was crape on every hat. 

They were desperate: something must be done, 


And done at once, to the cat. 


An elderly member rose and said, 


"It might prove a possible thing 

To set the trap which they set for us — 


That one with the awful spring!" 

The suggestion was applauded 


Loudly, by one and all, 

Till somebody squeaked, 

''That trap would be about ninety-five times too small!" 


Then a medical mouse suggested — 


A little under his breath — 

They should confiscate the very first mouse  

That died a natural death; 

And he'd undertake to poison the cat, 


If they'd let him prepare that mouse. 

"There's not been a natural death," they shrieked, 

" Since the cat came into the house !" 


The smallest mouse in the council 

Arose with a solemn air, 

And, by way of increasing his stature, 


Rubbed up his whiskers and hair. 

He waited until there was silence 


All along the pantry-shelf, 

And then he said with dignity, 


"I will catch the cat myself! 


When next I hear her coming, 

Instead of running away,


I shall turn and face her boldly, 

And pretend to be at play: 


She will not see her danger, 

Poor creature ! I suppose; 


But as she stoops to catch me, 

I shall catch her by the nose!" 


The mice began to look hopeful. 


Yes, even the old ones, when 

A gray-haired sage said slowly, 


" And what will you do with her 

then?" 

The champion, disconcerted. 


And replied with dignity, " Well, 

I think, if you'll all excuse me, 


'T'would be wiser not to tell. 


"We all have our inspirations — " 


This produced a general smirk — 

"But we are not all at liberty 


To explain just how they'll work. 

I ask you, then, to trust me : 


You need have no further fears — 

Consider our enemy done for!" 


The council gave three cheers. 


"I do believe she's coming!" 


Said a small mouse, nervously. 

"Run, if you like," said the champion, 


"But I shall wait and see!" 

And sure enough she was coming; 


The mice all scampered away 

Except the noble champion 


Who had made up his mind to stay. 


The mice had faith — of course they 

had— 


They were all of them noble souls, 

But a sort of general feeling 


Kept them safely in their holes 

Until some time in the evening; 


Then the boldest ventured out, 

And saw, happily in the distance, 


The cat prancing frantic about.

Rubbing its offended snout.