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 dropped it into the stream and disappeared without trying to find the man's own ax. So, instead of going home a rich man, as he had expected, he went home poorer than he had come.

Tabby and the Mice

Three little mice once lived in an old box.

"I am going to make a new house," said the largest mouse, whose name was Rus.

"I am going to make a new house," said the next mouse, whose name was Fus.

"I am going to make a new house," said the third mouse, who name was Mus.

"My house shall be made of hay," said Rus, who did not like to be cold.

"My house shall be made of paper," said Fus, who was fond of books.

"My house shall be made of bricks," said Mus, who was as wise as he could be.

So the three little mice made their homes.

One day Tabby Cat came along. She saw the three houses that the little mice had made.