Story of the Foreign Fairy Chapter 8

A cat met a mouse and talked to it about how much it liked mice and intended to make friends with it. The mouse finally agreed to live with the cat and live together. "We have to prepare things for the winter, otherwise we will starve in the winter," said the cat. "As for you, my little mouse, don't go anywhere. I'm really afraid that you will be caught in some mouse trap." The mouse accepted the cat's good advice, so they bought a can of lard, but neither of them knew where to put the lard. They thought about it, and finally the cat said: "I think it's perfect to put this lard in the church, because no one dares to steal things from the church. We hide the lard under the altar as a last resort." "The lard can was placed in a safe place. 

But not long after, the cat began to want to eat lard, and said to the mouse: "Little mouse, I want to tell you something. My cousin just gave birth to a baby, and she asked me to be the baby's godmother. Then The little baby is all white with some brown spots. I'm going to hold it for the baptism, so I'm going to go out for a while. You can stay at home alone, okay?" "Okay, okay," said the mouse. Go ahead. If there's anything good to eat, be sure to remember me. I'd love to taste some of the red wine used at the christening. "Of course none of this is true, because the cat has no cousin. Please be a godmother. 

It went directly to the church, crept up to the lard jar, and started licking and licking until all the top layer of lard was gone. Then he took a walk on the rooftops of the city to try his luck; then he lay down to bask in the sun. Whenever he thinks of the jar of lard, he can't help but lick his lips. It waited until dark before returning home. "Ah, you are finally back," said the mouse. "You must have had a great day, right?" "Everything went well," the cat replied. "What did you name the child?" "No top!" said the cat coldly. "No top floor!" cried the mouse, "this weird name is not common. Does your family often have such a name?" "What else?" said the cat, "It's no better than what your godchildren are called 'stealing crumbs' 'Worse?"

Not long after, the cat wanted to eat lard again. It said to the mouse: "You have to do me a favor and look after the house by yourself again. Someone asked me to be the godmother again, and this child has a white ring around his neck. I really can't refuse." The kind-hearted mouse agreed. . The cat slipped into the church from behind the city wall and ate half a can of lard in one sitting. "Nothing is better than eating it in your own mouth," it said, feeling very satisfied with the day's harvest. When it arrived home, the mouse asked: "What is the name of this child?" "Half eaten," the cat replied. "Half eaten! What are you talking about? I have never heard of such a name in all my life. I bet there is no such name even on the calendar!"

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

"Good things come in threes," it said, "someone asked me to be the godmother again. Except for the white paws, this child is completely black and doesn't even have a white hair. This is something that only happens in several years. "Of course you'll let me go, won't you?" "The top floor is gone!" replied the mouse, "these names are really strange!" "You don't go out during the day," said the cat. "Wearing a dark gray fur coat all day, dragging a long tail, sitting at home and thinking wildly, of course I can't figure it out!" While the cat was not at home, the mouse cleaned the house and put things neatly. But the greedy cat ate up the remaining lard. "People can only feel at ease if they eat cleanly," it said to itself. It ate so well that it didn't go home with its round belly until dark. When the mouse saw it coming back, it immediately asked it what the name of the third child was. "You won't like that name either," said the Cat. "It's called 'Eat It Up!'" "Eat It Up!" cried the Mouse. "That name is so puzzling! I've never seen it in a book before." Over. What does this mean?" It shook its head, curled up, and fell asleep.

From then on, the cat was never invited to be a godmother again. But winter came and there was nothing to eat outside. The mouse thought about the things they had prepared for the winter, and said: "Let's go, cat! Let's go get the stored lard. We can have a nice meal." "Yes," the cat replied, "that will definitely make it better." You are as beautiful as sticking your pointed tongue out of the window to drink from the northwest wind." They set out for the church, but when they got there they saw that the lard jar was still there, but it was empty. "Oh my God!" said the mouse, "now I finally understand what happened! You are such a good friend! When you were going to be a godmother, you ate all the lard! First you ate the top one Layer, then eat half of it, and finally..." "Shut up!" the cat shouted, "If you keep talking, I'll eat you too! All gone," blurted the poor mouse. As soon as he finished speaking, the cat jumped on him, grabbed him, and swallowed him. This is the world!