The Country Mouse and the Town Mouse
THESE words so impressed the countryman that he left his hole with a light heart, and together they took to the road, eager to creep under the city walls by night.
Night reigned in the vault of heaven when the two mice crossed the threshold of some plutocrat’s house. Crimson coverlets gleamed on ivoried couches, and a great banquet of many courses, leftovers from the night before, was heaped up in baskets off to one side. The country mouse lay back on plush covers while his host, girded like a waiter, resumed the feast, doing the offices of a domestic slave and tasting beforehand everything he served.* The other was revelling in his happy state, and rejoicing in the blessings of his changed fortunes, when suddenly a terrific banging of doors tumbled them both off their couches. Panic-stricken they scuttled the full length of the dining-room, their fears doubling when the barking of Molossian mastiffs* resounded through the lofty palace. “This carry-on” panted the country mouse “is no life for me. Goodbye! A bit of vetch* in my own wood and hole, with no nasty surprises, is all the comfort I want.”*
* To prove it was still good to eat, since food did not keep well in the days before refrigeration; or, in more elevated circles, to prove it had not been poisoned. See also Stale and Hearty.
* A now extinct breed of mastiff associated with the ancient Molossians from Epirus, on the western side of the Greek mainland. They were kept for hunting, for herding and for guarding, and were a byword for strength, endurance and courage.
* Vicia sativa or poor-man’s peas, a barely edible legume. See a picture at Geograph.
* See also The Sword of Damocles.