THE MOUSE AND THE CAT
Once on an evening a poet met a peasant. The poet was distant and the peasant was shy, yet they conversed.
And the peasant said, "Let me tell you a little story which I heard of late. A mouse was caught in a trap, and while he was happily eating the cheese that lay therein, a cat stood by. The mouse trembled awhile, but he knew he was safe within the trap.
"Then the cat said, 'You are eating your last meal, my friend.'
"'Yes,' answered the mouse, 'one life have I, therefore one death. But what of you? They tell me you have nine lives. Doesn't that mean that you will have to die nine times?'"
And the peasant looked at the poet and he said, "Is not this a strange story?"
And the poet answered him not, but he walked away saying in his soul, "To be sure, nine lives
have we, nine lives to be sure. And we shall die nine times, nine times shall we die. Perhaps it were
better to have but one life, caught in a trap -- the life of a peasant with a bit of cheese for the last
meal. And yet, are we not kin unto the lions of the desert and the jungle?"
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