But after awhile, as his
master didn't come back, he began to look at the covered dish, and to
wonder whatever was in it. And he wondered more and more, and he says to
himself, "It must be something very nice. Why shouldn't I just look at
it? I won't touch it. There can't be any harm in just peeping." So at
last he could hold back no longer, and he lifted up the cover a tiny
bit; but he couldn't see anything. Then he lifted it up a bit more, and
out popped a mouse. The man tried to catch it; but it ran away and
jumped off the table and he ran after it. It ran first into one corner,
and then, just as he thought he'd got it, into another, and under the
table, and all about the room. And the man made such a clatter, jumping
and banging and running round after the mouse, a-trying to catch it,
that at last his master came in.
"Ah!" he said; "never you blame Adam again, my man!"
The Children in the Wood
Now ponder well, you parents dear,
These words which I shall write;
A doleful story you shall hear,
In time brought forth to light.
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