- The Companions of Ulysses
- The Cat and the Two Sparrows
- The Miser and the Monkey
- The Two Goats
- The Old Cat and the Young Mouse
- The Sick Stag
- The Bat, the Bush, and the Duck
- The Quarrel of the Dogs and Cats
- The Wolf and the Fox
- The Lobster and her Daughter
- The Eagle and the Magpie
- The King, the Kite, and the Falconer
- The Fox, the Flies, and the Hedgehog
- Love And Folly
- The Raven, the Gazelle, the Tortoise, and the Rat
- The Woods and the Woodman
- The Fox, the Wolf, and the Horse
- The Fox and the Turkeys
- The Ape
- The Scythian Philosopher
- The Elephant and the Ape Of Jupiter
- The Fool and the Sage
- The English Fox
- The Sun and the Frogs
- The League of the Rats
- Daphnis And Alcimadure
- The Arbiter, the Almoner, and the Hermit
A mouse was once in mortal fear
Of a cat that watched her portal near.
What could be done in such a case?
With prudent care she left the catship,
And courted, with a humble grace,
A neighbour of a higher race,
Whose lordship—I should say his ratship—
Lay in a great hotel;
And who had boasted often, it’s said,
Of living wholly without dread.
“Well,” said this braggart, “well,
Dame Mouse, what should I do?
Alone I cannot rout
The foe that threatens you.
I’ll rally all the rats about,
And then I’ll play him such a trick!”
The mouse her court’sy dropped,
And off the hero scampered quick,
Nor till he reached the buttery stopped,
Where scores of rats were clustered,
In riotous extravagance,
All feasting at the host’s expense.
To him, arriving there much flustered,
Indeed, quite out of breath,
A rat among the feasters says,
“What news? what news? I pray you, speak.”
The rat, recovering breath to squeak,
Replied, “To tell the matter in a trice,
It is, that we must promptly aid the mice;
For old Raminagrab is making
Among their ranks a dreadful quaking.
This cat, of cats the very devil,
When mice are gone, will do us evil.”
“True, true,” said each and all;
“To arms! to arms!” they cry and call.
Some ratties by their fears
Were melted even to tears.
It mattered not a whisk,
Nor checked the valour brisk.
Each took on his back
Some cheese in haversack,
And roundly swore to risk
His carcass in the cause.
They marched as to a feast,
Not flinching in the least.—
But quite too late, for in his jaws
The cat already held the mouse.
They rapidly approached the house—
To save their friend, beyond a doubt.
Just then the cat came growling out,
The mouse beneath his whiskered nose.
And marched along before his foes.
At such a voice, our rats discreet,
Foreboding a defeat,
Effected, in a style most fleet,
A fortunate retreat.
Back hurried to his hole each rat,
And afterwards took care to shun the cat.
The League of the Rats – Jean de La Fontaine Fables
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