THE MONKEY AND THE CAT
 ONCE upon a time a Cat and a
Monkey lived as pets in the same
house. They were great friends
and were constantly in all sorts of
mischief together. What they
seemed to think of more than anything else was to get something to
eat, and it did not matter much
to them how they got it.
One day they were sitting by
the fire, watching some chestnuts
roasting on the hearth. How to
get them was the question.
"I would gladly get them,"
said the cunning Monkey, "but
you are much more skillful at
such things than I am. Pull
them out and I'll divide them
Pussy stretched out her paw
very carefully, pushed aside some
of the cinders, and drew back her
paw very quickly. Then she tried
it again, this time pulling a chestnut half out of the fire. A third
time and she drew out the chest
nut. This performance she went
through several times, each time
singeing her paw severely. As
fast as she pulled the chestnuts
out of the f ire, the Monkey ate
Now the master came in, and
away scampered the rascals, Mistress Cat with a burnt paw and
no chestnuts. From that time on,
they say, she contented herself
with mice and rats and had little
to do with Sir Monkey.
The flatterer seeks some benefit at your expense.
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