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Prietesugul dintre soarece si pisica

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Cat and mouse in partnership


O pisica a facut cunostiinta odata cu un soarece, si i-a vorbit atat de mult despre marea iubire si prietenie pe care o simtea fata de el, incat, pana la urma, soarecele a incuviintat sa traiasca si sa-si tina gospodaria impreuna. "Trebuie sa ne facem provizii pentru iarna, sau vom muri de foame," a zis pisica, "iar tu, mic soarece, nu poti sa te aventurezi oriunde, caci poti fi lesne prins intr-o capcana odata si-odata." Acest bun sfat a fost urmat de indata, si cei doi au cumparat un borcan cu untura, pe care n-au stiut insa unde sa il puna.

In cele din urma, dupa multe discutii, pisica a spus, "Nu stiu un loc mai bun in care sa-l pastram decat in biserica, pentru ca nimeni nu indrazneste sa fure ceva de acolo. Il vom aseza sub altar, si nu ne vom atinge de el pana cand nu vom avea cu adevarat nevoie."

Au ascuns asadar borcanul cu untura in acel loc sigur, dar nu a trecut multa vreme si pisicii a inceput sa i se faca pofta de untura, asa ca ia grait soarecelui, " Vreau sa-ti spun ceva, soricelule. Verisoara mea a adus pe lume un baietel, si mi-a cerut sa ii fiu nasa. Bebelusul este asa de dragut, are o blana alba cu pete cafenii, iar eu il voi tine deasupra cristelnitei. Lasa-ma sa ma duc la azi la botez, si ocupa-te tu singur de casa pana ma intorc." - "Desigur, desigur," i-a raspuns soarecele, "trebuie sa mergi neaparat, si daca ti se da ceva bun, gandeste-te si la mine; mi-ar place si o picatura de vin rosu de la botez."

Tot ce spusese pisica n-avea nici un strop de adevar, caci nu avea nici o verisoara, si nici nu i se ceruse sa fie nasa. Ea s-a dus direct la biserica, a sos de sub altar borcanul cu untura, si i-a lins partea de deasupra. Apoi a facut o plimbare pe acoperisurile orasului, s-a intins la soare, lingandu-si cu pofta buzele ori de cate ori isi aducea aminte de borcanul , si nu s-a intors acasa pana nu s-a inserat.

"Hei, te-ai intors," a exclamat soarecele, "fara indoiala, ai avut parte de o zi fericita." - "Totul a mers foarte bine," a raspuns pisica. "Si ce nume i-ai dat copilului?" - "Deasupra!," a zis pisica cu nonsalanta. "Deasupra!" a strigat soarecele, "e un nume destul de ciudat si iesit din comun, il mai poarta cineva din familia ta?" - "Intelesul lui, " a remarcat pisica , " nu este cu nimic mai rau decat Hotul-de-farimituri, asa cum ti-ai numit finii."

Nu s-a scurs mult timp, si pisica a fost cuprinsa din nou de dorul de untura, asa ca i-a zis soarecelui, "Fa-mi te rog o favoare, si ingrijeste-te inca o data singur de casa. Mi s-a cerut din nou sa fiu nasa, si, intrucat copilasul are un cerc alb in jurul gatului, nu am putut sa refuz." Bunul soarece a fost de acord, iar pisica s-a strecurat pe langa zidurile orasului pana la biserica, si a infulecat jumatate din borcanul cu untura. "Nimic nu pare sa fie atat de bun precum ceva ce pastrezi numai si numai pentru tine," si-a spus pisica, fiind foarte multumita de felul cum isi petrecuse ziua. La intoarcerea acasa, soarecele a intrebat-o, "Ce nume i-ai dat la botez copilului?" - "Jumate-gata," a raspuns pisica. "Jumate-gata! Cred ca glumesti. Nu am auzit nicicand in viata acest nume, pun pariu pe ce vrei ca nu este nici macar in calendar!"

A mai trecut putina vreme, si pisicii a inceput din nou sa i se faca gura apa dupa niste untura. "Toate lucrurile bune se fac de trei ori," a zis ea, "Am fost iarasi rugata sa fiu nasa. Bebelusul are blanita neagra, numai labutele ii sunt albe, si, oricat ai cauta nu ai putea gasi nici un alt fir alb pe tot trupul sau; un astfel de lucru se intampla numai odata la cativa ani! Ma lasi sa ma duc nu-i asa?" - "Deasupra! Jumate-gata," a rostit soarecele, "numele astea sunt asa de ciudate incat m-au pus pe ganduri." - "Stai mereu in casa," i-a raspuns pisica, "in blanita ta gri-negrisoara, cu coada ta lunga, si iti faci tot felul de ganduri prostesti din pricina ca nu iesi deloc afara la lumina zilei."

Cat a ramas singur, soarecele a facut curat si ordine in casa, iar lacoma pisica nu s-a lasat pana nu a lins toata untura din borcan. "Cand ai terminat de mancat tot, te simti asa de bine," a gandit pisica, si, satula peste poate, nu a revenit acasa decat noaptea tarziu. Soarecele a intrebat-o iarasi ce nume ii pusese celui de-al treilea copil. "Acest nume nu te va multumi mai mult decat celelalte," i-a raspuns pisica. "L-am botezat "S-a dus tot." - "S-a dus tot"! a strigat soarecele, "acesta este cel mai ciudat nume din toate! Nu l-am vazut niciodata tiparit. S-a dus tot; ce inseamna?" si a dat neincrezator din cap, si-a ridicat coada in sus si a plecat la culcare.

De atunci, nimeni nu i-a mai cerut pisicii sa fie nasa, insa cand a sosit iarna si nu mai aveau nimic sa puna in gura, soarecele s-a gandit la rezerva lor, si a spus, "Haide, pisico, sa mergem sa luam borcanul de untura pe care l-am pastrat pentru zile negre, ar trebui sa fie un deliciu." Au plecat la drum, au intrat in biserica si au gasit borcanul la locul lui, dar vai, nu mai avea nimic in el! "Aha," a exclamat soarecele, " acum inteleg ce s-a intamplat, acum totul iese la iveala! Imi esti prietena adevarata? Ai mancat mai intai ce era deasupra, apoi l-ai dat Jumate-Gata, si, dupa aceea…" - "Tine-ti gura," a strigat pisica, "inca un cuvant si te mananc si pe tine." Vorbele "S-a dus tot" au scapat insa fara voie de pe buzele bietului soarece. Abia a apucat sa le rosteasca ca pisica a si sarit la el, l-a inhatat si l-a inghitit dintr-o imbucatura. Fara indoiala, asa se petrec lucrurile in lume.
A cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship that he felt for her, that at last the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. "But we must make preparations for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger," said the cat, "and you, little mouse, cannot venture out everywhere, or in the end you will be caught in a trap." This good advice was followed, and they bought a pot of fat, but they did not know where to store it. Finally, after much consideration, the cat said, "I know of no place where it will be better stored up than in the church. No one dares take anything away from there. We will put it beneath the altar, and not touch it until we are need it." So the pot was stored safely away, but it was not long before the cat took a great longing for it, and said to the mouse, "I wanted to tell you, little mouse, that my cousin has brought a little son into the world, and she has asked me to be his godfather. He is white with brown spots, and I am to hold him over the baptismal font. Let me go out today, and you look after the house by yourself." - "Yes, yes," answered the mouse. "By all means go, and if you get anything good to eat, think of me. I would like to drink a drop of sweet red christening wine myself." All this, however, was untrue. The cat had no cousin, and had not been asked to be godfather. He went straight to the church, crept up to the pot of fat, began to lick at it, and licked off the top of the fat. Then he went for a stroll on the roofs of the town, looked out for opportunities, and then stretched out in the sun, licking his whiskers whenever he thought of the pot of fat. He did not return home until it was evening. "Well, here you are again," said the mouse. "You must have had a happy day." - "Everything went well," answered the cat. "What name did they give the child?" asked the mouse. "Top-Off," said the cat quite coolly. "Top-Off?" cried the mouse. "That is a very odd and uncommon name. Is it a usual one in your family?" - "What does that matter?" said the cat. "It is no worse than Crumb-Thief, as your godchildren are called."

Before long the cat was seized by another fit of longing. He said to the mouse, "You must do me a favor, and once more manage the house alone for a day. I have been asked again to be godfather, and since the child has a white ring around its neck, I cannot refuse." The good mouse consented. However, the cat crept behind the town wall to the church, and devoured half the pot of fat. "Nothing tastes as good as that which one eats by oneself," he said, and was quite satisfied with his day's work. When he arrived home the mouse asked, "What name was this child christened with?" - "Half-Gone," answered the cat. "Half-Gone? What are you saying? I have never heard that name in all my life. I'll wager it is not in the almanac."

The cat's mouth soon again began to water for the delicious goods. "All good things come in threes," he said to the mouse. "I have been asked to be godfather again. The child is totally black, only it has white paws. Otherwise it has not a single white hair on its whole body. This only happens once every few years. You will let me go, won't you?" - "Top-Off. Half-Gone," answered the mouse. "They are such odd names, that they make me stop and think." - "Here you sit at home," said the cat, "with your dark gray fur coat and long braid of hair capturing fantasies. That is because you do not go out in the daytime." During the cat's absence the mouse cleaned the house, and put it in order, but the greedy cat devoured all the rest of the fat. "One has peace only after everything is eaten up," he said to himself. Well filled and fat, he did not return home until nighttime. The mouse immediately asked what name had been given to the third child. "You will not like it either," said the cat. "His name is All-Gone." - "All-Gone!," cried the mouse. "That is the most worrisome name of all. I have never seen it in print. All-Gone! What can that mean?" Then she shook her head, curled herself up, and lay down to sleep.

From this time forth no one invited the cat to be godfather, but when winter had come and there was no longer anything to be found outside, the mouse thought of their stored food, and said, "Come cat, we will go to our pot of fat which we have stored up for ourselves. It will taste good now." - "Yes," answered the cat. "You will enjoy it as much as you would enjoy sticking that dainty tongue of yours out of the window." They set out on their way, but when they arrived, the pot of fat, to be sure, was still in its place, but it was empty. "Alas," said the mouse, "now I see what has happened. Now it comes to light. You are a true friend. You ate everything when you were serving as a godfather. First top off, then half done, then..." - "Be quiet!" cried the cat. "One more word, and I will eat you too."

"All gone," was already on the poor mouse's lips. She had scarcely spoken it before the cat sprang on her, seized her, and swallowed her down. You see, that is the way of the world.




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