Mouser Cats' Story by Amy Prentice
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"'I don't _think_ so, I know it,' Mr. Crane said, spreading the long plumes of his tail out so they would show to the best advantage, and just then Mr. Peacock unfolded his tail to its full size. "If you ever saw an astonished bird, it was Mr. Crane. He looked at the beautiful feathers spread out like a great, big fan, and then started to fly away. "'Where are you going?' Mr. Peacock asked. "And Mr. Crane answered, while he was in the air: "'Off somewhere to hide until I have got sense enough to hold my tongue when I don't know what I'm talking about.' "Since that time I have never heard any of the cranes doing very much bragging, and it is a pity that there are yet others around this place who ought to get just such a lesson, for many of the animals here need it sadly." "You among the rest?" your Aunt Amy asked laughingly, and Mrs. Mouser Cat replied: "Thank goodness, I am not proud, and perhaps it is because I haven't very much to take pride in. But I have lived long enough in this world to know that one of us is of just about as much importance as another, and the animal or the bird who thinks this world couldn't move very well without him, is making a big mistake. There is nobody whose place cannot be filled when it becomes necessary; there would even be somebody to run |
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