When a cat met a mouse, he talked about how much he liked it and wanted to make friends with it, so that the mouse finally agreed to live with the cat.

"We must prepare things for winter, or we will starve to death in winter," said the cat. "As for you, my little mouse, don't go anywhere. I am really afraid that you will be caught in some mouse trap. "

The mice accepted the cat's good advice and bought a can of lard, but they didn't know where to put it. They thought about it, and finally the cat said, "I think this lard is perfect for the church, because no one dares to steal it." We hide lard under the altar and never touch it unless we have to. "The pig tank was put in such a safe place.

But before long, the cat began to want to eat lard, so it said to the mouse, "Little mouse, I want to tell you something." My cousin just gave birth to a baby and asked me to be her godmother. The baby is all white with some brown spots. I want to be baptized with it, so I'm going out today. Can you look after the house by yourself? "

"Okay, okay," said the mouse, "go ahead. Please remember me if there is anything delicious. I really want to try some red wine for baptism. "

Of course, none of this is true, because cats have no cousins and have not been invited to be godmothers. It went straight to the church, climbed into the pig tank secretly, and began to lick it, licking the top lard. Then, it walks on the roof of the city, trying to touch other luck; Then I lay down in the sun. Every time I think of that can of lard, it can't help licking its lips. It didn't go home until dark.

"Ah, you're back at last," said the mouse. "You must have a good day, right?"

"Everything goes well." The cat replied.

"What did you name the child?"

"There is no top floor!" The cat said coldly.

"There is no top floor!" The mouse cried, "This strange name is rare." Do you often take such a name? "

"So what?" The cat said, "It can't be worse than what your bread crumb thieves call, can it?"

Before long, the cat wanted to eat lard again. It said to the mouse, "You have to do me a favor and look after the house alone again." Someone asked me to be a dopted mother again. The child has a white circle around his neck. I really can't refuse. "

The kind mouse agreed.

The cat sneaked into the church from behind the city wall and ate half a can of lard in one breath. "Nothing is better than eating in your own mouth." It said it was very satisfied with the harvest of the day.

When he got home, the mouse asked, "What's the child's name?"

"Half eaten," replied the cat. "Eat half! What are you talking about? I have never heard of such a name in my life. I bet there won't be such a name on the calendar! "

Soon, the cat's mouth began to drool again and wanted to lick lard again.

"Good things come in threes," it said. "I was invited to be a godmother again. The child doesn't even have a white hair except that his claws are black. This will not happen until a few years later. Of course you will agree with me, won't you? "

"No roof! Eat half! " The mouse replied, "What a strange name! I really don't understand. "

"You don't go out during the day," said the cat. "You wear a dark gray fur coat all day, dragging your long tail and sitting at home thinking. Of course you don't understand! "

When the cat was away, the mouse cleaned the house and put everything in order.

But the greedy cat ate all the remaining lard. "People can rest assured when they eat clean." It said to itself.

He was full and didn't go home with a full stomach until dark. When the mouse saw him coming back, he immediately asked him the name of his third child.

"You won't like the name either," said the cat. "This is called' eat all'."

"Eat up!" The mouse cried, "This name is too confusing! I've never seen it in a book. Eat! What does this mean? " It shook its head and curled up and fell asleep.

Since then, cats have never been invited to be godmothers. But when winter comes, there is nothing to eat outside.

The mouse thought of what they had prepared for winter and said, "let's go, cat!" Let's get the stored lard. We can have a good meal. "

"Yes," replied the cat, "that will make you as beautiful as sticking out your pointed tongue to drink the northwest wind."

They set off for the church, but when they got there, they saw that the pig tank was still there, but it was empty.

"My God!" The mouse said, "I finally understand what is going on now!" " You are such a good friend! When you went to be godmother, you ate all this lard! First I ate the top floor, then I ate half of it, and finally ... "

"You shut up!" The cat barked, "If you keep nagging, I'll eat you, too!" "

"... eat it up. "The poor mouse blurted out.

No sooner had he finished than the cat jumped on him, caught him and swallowed him.

This is the world!