The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse
A Town Mouse once visited an friend who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served Town Mouse wheat stalks, roots, and oak seeds, cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate sparingly, snacking a tad bit of this and a tad bit of that, and by her way making it extremely plain that she ate the basic food just to be courteous.
After the supper the companions had a meaningful conversation, or rather the Town Mouse discussed her life in the city while the Country Mouse tuned in. They then went to sleep in a nest in the hedgerow and slept in silence and comfort until morning. In her rest the Country Mouse imagined she was a Town Mouse with each of the extravagances and joys of city life that her companion had portrayed for her. So the following day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to return home with her to the city, she readily said yes.
At the point when they arrived at the mansion wherein the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the lounge area the leavings of an exceptionally fine dinner. There were sweetmeats and jams, cakes, heavenly cheeses, without a doubt, the most enticing food sources that a Mouse can imagine. However, similarly as the Country Mouse was going to snack a petite bit of cake, she heard a Cat mew noisily and scratch at the door. In extraordinary dread the Mice rushed to a concealing, where they lay very still for quite a while, barely setting out to relax. When finally they wandered back to the feast, the door opened out of nowhere and in came the workers to tidy up the table, trailed by the House Dog.
The Country Mouse halted in the Town Mouse's cave simply sufficiently long to get her rug pack and umbrella.
"You might have extravagances and dainties that I have not," she said as she rushed away, "however I favor my plain food and straightforward life in the country with the harmony and security that go with it."
Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and vulnerability.
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