猫和老鼠做朋友
有一只猫认识了一只老鼠，便对它大谈特谈自己是多么喜欢老鼠，原意和它交朋友，弄得老鼠终于同意和猫住在一起，共同生活。
“我们得准备过冬的东西了，不然我们到冬天会挨饿的，”猫说，“至于你嘛，我的小老鼠，哪里也不要去，我真怕你会被什么老鼠夹子夹住。”
老鼠接受了猫的好建议，于是它们买来了一罐猪油，然而两个人都不知道该把猪油放在什么地方。它们左思考右思考，最后猫说：“我觉得这猪油放在教堂里是再合适不过的了，因为谁也不敢偷教堂里的东西。我们把猪油
藏在祭坛下，不到万不得已的时候决不动它。”猪油罐就这样被放到了安全的地方。
可是没过多久，猫开始想吃猪油了，便对老鼠说：“小老鼠，我想跟你说点事。我的表姐刚刚生了一个小宝宝，还请我当小宝贝的教母。那小宝贝全身雪白，带着一些褐色的斑点。我要抱着它去接受洗礼，所以今天要出去一下，你一个人在家看家，好吗？”
“好的，好的，”老鼠说，“你尽管去吧。要是有什么好吃的东西，千万要记着我。我很想尝一点洗礼时用的红葡萄酒。”
这一切当然都不是真的，因为猫并没有表姐，也没有被请去当教母。它直接去了教堂，偷偷爬到猪油罐那里，开始舔呀舔，把顶上一层猪油舔得精光。然后，它在城里的屋顶上散了散步，想碰碰别的运气；接着便躺下来晒太阳。每当想起那罐猪油，它都情不自禁地舔舔自己的嘴唇。它一直等到天黑才回家。
“啊，你终于回来了，”老鼠说，“这一天肯定过得很开心吧？”
“一切顺利。”猫答道。
“你们给那孩子起了什么名字？”
“没了顶层！”猫冷淡地说。
“没了顶层！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个古怪的名字可不多见。你们家常取这样的名字吗？”
“那有什么？”猫说，“不比你的那些叫什么‘偷面包屑的’更糟吧？”
没过多久，猫又想吃猪油了。它对老鼠说：“你得帮我一个忙，再一个人看一次家。又有人请我当教母了，而且这个孩子的脖子上有一道白圈，我实在无法推辞。”
好心的老鼠同意了。
猫从城墙后面溜进教堂，一口气吃掉了半罐猪油。“什么东西也没有比吃到自己的嘴里更好。”它说，心里对这一天的收获感到很满意。
等它到家时，老鼠问道：“这个孩子起的什么名字呀？”
“吃了一半，”猫回答。“吃了一半！你在说什么呀？我长这么大了还从来没有听说过这样的名字。我敢打赌，就是年历上也不会有这样的名字！”
不久，猫的嘴巴又开始流口水了，想再去舔一舔猪油。
“好事成三嘛，”它说，“又有人请我去当教母了。这个孩子除了爪子是白色的，浑身黑黝黝的，连一根白毛都没有。这是好几年才会碰上的事情，你当然会同意我去的，是吗？”
“没了顶层！吃了一半！”老鼠回答，“这些名字真怪！我实在弄不明白。”
“你白天又不出门，”猫说，“整天穿着深灰色的皮袄，拖着长长的尾巴，坐在家里胡思乱想，当然弄不明白啦！”
趁着猫不在家，老鼠把屋子打扫了一下，把东西放得整整齐齐。
可是那只馋猫把剩下的猪油吃得干干净净。“人只有把东西吃得干干净净才能放心。”它自言自语地说。
它吃得饱饱的，直到天黑了才挺着圆圆的肚子回家。老鼠看到它回来，立刻问它这第三个孩子起的什么名字。
“你也不会喜欢这个名字，”猫说，“它叫‘吃得精光’。”
“吃得精光！”老鼠叫了起来，“这个名字太令人费解了！我从来没有在书上见过。吃得精光！这是什么意思呢？”它摇摇头，蜷缩起身子，躺下睡着了。
从此，猫再也没有被邀请去当教母。可是冬天来到了，外面再也找不到任何吃的东西。
老鼠想到了它们准备的过冬的东西，便说：“走吧，猫！我们去取储存的猪油吧。我们可以美美吃上一顿。”
“是的，”猫回答，“那准会把你美得就像把你那尖尖的舌头伸到窗外去喝西北风一样。”
它们动身去教堂，可它们到达那里后，看到猪油罐倒是还在那里，里面却是空的。
“天哪！”老鼠说，“我现在终于明白是怎么回事了！你可真是个好朋友！你在去当什么教母的时候，把这猪油全吃光了！先是吃了顶上一层，然后吃了一半，最后……”
“你给我住嘴！”猫嚷道，“你要是再罗嗦，我连你也吃了！”
“……吃得精光。”可怜的老鼠脱口而出。
它刚把话说完，猫就扑到了它的身上，抓住它，把它吞进了肚子。
这世界就是这样！
Cat and mouse make friends
A cat met a mouse, talked to him about how much he liked mice, and originally intended to make friends with him, so that the mouse finally agreed to live with the cat and live together.
"We have to prepare something for the winter, or we will starve in the winter," said the cat, "and as for you, my little mouse, don't go anywhere, I'm afraid you'll be caught in some mouse clip." ”
The rats accepted the cat's good advice, so they bought a jar of lard, but neither of them knew where to put the lard. They thought left and right, and finally the cat said, "I think this lard is perfectly appropriate to put in the church, because no one dares to steal something from the church." We put lard
Hide under the altar and never touch it until you have to. "The lard canister was thus put in a safe place.
But before long, the cat began to want to eat lard, so he said to the mouse, "Little mouse, I want to tell you something." My cousin had just given birth to a baby and asked me to be her godmother. The little baby was snow-white with some brown spots. I'm going to hold it for baptism, so I'm going to go out today and you're home alone, okay? ”
"Okay, all right," said the mouse, "you can go anyway." If there's anything delicious, remember me. I would love to try a little of the red wine used for baptism. ”
None of this, of course, is true, because the cat has no cousin and has not been asked to be a godmother. It went straight to the church, sneaked up to the lard tank, and began to lick and lick, licking the top layer of lard to the point of perfection. Then it took a walk on the roof of the city, trying to try something else; then it lay down and basked in the sun. Whenever he thought of that jar of lard, he couldn't help but lick his lips. It waited until dark to get home.
"Ah, you're finally back," said the mouse, "and you must have had a good day, right?" ”
"All the best." The cat replied.
"What name did you give that kid?"
"No top floor!" The cat said coldly.
"No top floor!" The rat cried out, "This weird name is rare. Do you often take such a name? ”
"What's that?" The cat said, "Isn't it worse than what your ones call 'crumb stealing crumbs'?" ”
Before long, the cat wanted to eat lard again. It said to the rat, "You've got to do me a favor and see the house alone again." Someone else asked me to be a godmother, and this child had a white circle around his neck, and I couldn't refuse. ”
The well-meaning rat agreed.
The cat sneaked into the church from behind the city walls and ate half a can of lard in one gulp. "Nothing is better than eating it in your own mouth." It said that the heart was satisfied with the harvest of the day.
When it got home, the mouse asked, "What is the name of this child?" ”
"Half eaten," replied the cat. "Half eaten! What are you talking about? I've never heard a name like this when I was so old. I bet there wouldn't be such a name on the annual calendar! ”
Soon, the cat's mouth began to drool again, wanting to lick the lard again.
"Good things come in three," it said, "and someone has asked me to be a godmother again." Except for the white paws, the child was black and dull, and did not have a single white hair. It's something that's only happened in years, and of course you'd agree to me going, would you? ”
"No top floor! Half eaten! The mouse replied, "These names are weird!" I really don't understand. ”
"You don't go out during the day," said the cat, "all day long wearing dark gray leather jackets, dragging long tails, sitting at home and thinking wildly, of course you can't understand!" ”
While the cat was not at home, the mouse cleaned the house and put things neatly in order.
But the hungry cat ate the rest of the lard clean. "People can only be assured if they eat things cleanly." It said to itself.
It was well fed, and did not go home with a round belly until it was dark. When the rat saw it coming back, it immediately asked it what the name the third child had given.
"You wouldn't like the name either," said the cat, "and it's called 'Eat Well.'" ”
"Eat well!" The rat cried out, "That's a puzzling name!" I've never seen it in a book. Eat well! What does this mean? It shook its head, curled up, and lay down to fall asleep.
Since then, the cat has never been invited to be a godmother. But winter came, and there was nothing to eat outside.
The rats thought of what they had prepared for the winter and said, "Let's go, cat!" Let's go get the stored lard. We can have a beautiful meal. ”
"Yes," replied the cat, "it will make you as beautiful as sticking your sharp tongue out of the window to drink the northwest wind." ”
They set off for the church, but when they got there, they saw that the lard jar was still there, but it was empty.
"Oh my God!" The mouse said, "I finally understand what's going on now!" You're such a good friend! You're going to be a godmother and you've eaten all this lard! First ate the top layer, then half of it, and finally..."
"You shut me up!" The cat shouted, "If you are more wordy, I will even eat you!" ”
“...... Eat well. Poor rat blurted out.
As soon as it finished speaking, the cat pounced on it, grabbed it, and swallowed it into its stomach.
That's the way the world is!
