The poor field mouse is tired of living in the field.
"Hey," he sighed to himself, "how much better things are for the house mouse. No rain, wind, cold, he's not oppressed, he's not starving, he's always getting some crumbs, some scraps in the room."
He groaned and moaned until once he made the long journey, and did not stop until he came to the village, where he entered a house and suddenly ran under the floor. The house mouse was taking a nap in the warmth.
- Good day to you, house mouse!
- God forbid, you field mouse! Why did you come here?
- To give you accommodation. Life in the fields is bitter, it's hard to get wet and cold and hard.
- I'll take your word for it, field mouse, but don't think I'm doing such a good job. I'm starving a lot too.
- 'You have a gentlemanly job compared to mine,' said the field mouse. - If you know God, give me some room.
- It cannot be, my brother, it cannot be. But go up to the bank, the prince dwells there, and may give you lodging there.
The field mouse went up to the bank, and there was the prince, I mean - the cat. His belly was turned to the fire, and he slept like a lamb.
The field mouse goes down to the house mouse:
- I dare not speak to him, the prince is asleep.
- Don't call him, just stick your tail up his nose and he'll wake up.
Well, the unhappy field mouse took the advice of the house mouse and stuck his tail up the prince's nose. But the prince woke up, and as soon as he saw the mouse, he growled, and - bam!
The house mouse laughed loudly under the bench.
- You want it, you dumbass! Why did you come here if you can't handle the prince?!
The news of this sad incident has spread in the land of field mice, and since then no field mouse comes into the house, they continue to languish in the fields...
(Ágnes Kovács: Folk tales for kindergarten children)
