The Town Mouse and The Country Mouse

Once upon a time, in two very different corners of the world, lived two mice pals. One was a Town Mouse, all flashy and posh. The other was a Country Mouse, as chill as a cucumber in a field of lettuce.

"Hey, Countryside!" Town Mouse said on a visit to his friend, slicking back his whiskers. "How's life in the slow lane? Ready for some real excitement?"

Country Mouse, rocking back in his straw chair, grinned. "Townie, excitement is in the eye of the beholder. But, you know, I behold some roots and berries here for you!"

They sat down to a meal of the simplest sorts. Town Mouse nibbled, his eyes wide with mock horror. "Darling, this is very... rustic, isn't it? Why, back in town, we've got cheese that'll make you dance, fruits that'll make you sing, and pastries so fine you'd swear they were baked by the queen herself!"

Country Mouse's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Really? Well, why not show me?"

Off they went to the grand city. Town Mouse led the way, swaggering like a mouse who owned the place. "Welcome to the big leagues, my friend!" he exclaimed, introducing Country Mouse to an extravagant feast.

Country Mouse's jaw dropped. "Well, butter my bread and call me a biscuit! This is something else!"

But just as they were stuffing their cheeks with the finest food, the terrifying sounds of humans and a cat interrupted their feast.

"What's the big idea?" Country Mouse squeaked, alarmed.

Town Mouse, nonchalantly finishing his bite, replied, "Oh, that? Just the usual hustle and bustle. Comes with the territory, you know."

They spent the night zig-zagging, dodging, and diving through the city. Every noise was a scare; every shadow was a threat.

As the dawn broke, Country Mouse looked at his friend and said, "Townie, this has been an adventure, but I think I'd rather have my berries without a side of fear, thank you very much!"

Town Mouse winked, his whiskers twitching with a smile. "Well, Countryside, to each his own. But remember, you're always welcome in the big leagues."

With a chuckle, Country Mouse headed back to his peaceful home, thinking that sometimes, the simple life was the real big league.

And as for Town Mouse? Well, he continued to dine in style, always ready for a bit of excitement, and always with a clever remark or two up his furry sleeve.

In a town and country not so far,
Lived two little mice, who were friends bizarre,
One in the city, with hustle and noise,
The other in the fields, with simple joys.

The Town Mouse with a swish of his coat,
To the country, he went, a trip to devote,
He was welcomed with grains, berries, and cheer,
By his dear Country Mouse, who was glad to have him near.

"Oh dear friend," said Town Mouse with a scoff,
"Your meal is simple, not rich enough!"
And he spoke of the city, with food so divine,
Cheese, pastries, and fruits, all flavors combined.

The Country Mouse, intrigued by this tale,
Went to the town, his courage not frail,
A grand house they entered, a feast they did find,
Rich cheeses, fruits, pastries, a spread to unwind.

But as they nibbled, a noise did arise,
The humans, the cat, the terrified cries,
They ran and they hid, all through the night,
In the city's grand house, filled with constant fright.

The Country Mouse sighed, his face quite forlorn,
"I miss my quiet home, where I was born,
The fields, the peace, away from this scare,
The city's too much, I must return there."

So back to his home, the Country Mouse went,
Content with his life, and the time that he spent,
For sometimes the simple, the pure and the true,
Is better than lavish, as known by these two.