If we could only _notice_ her in time,
I've no doubt we're nimble enough to jump into our holes before she
could do us any harm. It's in her velvet paws, there's where she hides
her cruel claws till she gets us in her clutches--that's where her
power lies. With those paws she can tread so lightly that we can't
hear her coming. And so, while _we_ are still dancing heedlessly about
the place, she creeps close up, and before we know where we are she
pounces down on us and has us in her clutches. Well, then, it's my
opinion we ought to hang a bell round her neck to warn us of her
coming while there's yet time."
Every one applauded this proposal, and the council decided that it
should be carried out.
Now the question to be settled was, who should undertake to fasten the
bell round the Cat's neck?
The president declared that no one could be better fitted for the task
than he who had given such excellent advice.
But at that the young mouse became quite confused and stammered an
excuse. He was too young for the deed, he said. He didn't know the
Cat well enough. His grandfather, who knew her better, would be more
suited to the job.
But the grandfather declared that just because he knew the Cat very
well he would take good care not to attempt such a task.
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