THE CAT, THE WEASEL, AND THE YOUNG RABBIT
THERE was once a young Rabbit, a quiet, peace-loving
Rabbit. He lived in a neat house, and made no trouble
for any one. But one day he went to market to buy some
parsley. A Weasel came slyly by and saw the little
house. He slipped in and made himself at home. It was a
good place to stay in, and there he meant to stay. By
and by the Rabbit came home, and saw the Weasel at the
"Do you know that this is my house?" the Rabbit asked.
"Pooh, pooh!" said the Weasel, "what makes it yours?
You only dug in the ground a little, and came in here
where the earth was gone. Do you think you own the
"The law gives it to me," said the Rabbit,
 "because I
made it fit to live in. If you do not leave, I will
call the police."
"The law, indeed!" said the Weasel; "and what right has
the law to give away land? But
 we will have no more
words. We will lay the matter before the Cat, and leave
it to him."
"Very well," said the young Rabbit, and they went to
find the Cat,—an old, wise, and strong Cat.
"Come nearer my children," said the Cat, as they both
began to talk at the same time. "I am very deaf;
nearer, for I wish to hear every word."
They came close to the Cat, each talking loudly. But as
soon as the Cat had them within reach, he darted his
claws out of each side, and held them both fast. First
he made way with the young rabbit, next with the
Weasel; and then the house belonged to him.