Once when a lion was asleep a little mouse began running upand down upon him; this soon wakened the lion, who placed his hugepaw upon him, and opened his big jaws1 to swallow him. "Pardon, oking," Cried the little mouse: "Forgive me this time, I shallnever forget it: who knows but what I may be able to do you a turnsome of these days?" The lion was so tickled2 at the idea of themouse being able to help him, that he lifted up his paw and lethim go. Some time after the lion was caught in a trap, and thehunters who desired to carry him alive to the king, tied him to atree while they went in search of a waggon3 to carry him on. Justthen the little mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sadplight in which the lion was, went up to him and soon gnawed4 awaythe ropes that bound the king of the beasts. "Was I not right?"Said the little mouse. 
Little friends may prove great friends. 