"Why don't those youngsters come back with the dessert?" It
should be explained that two young mice, who were waiting on
the others, went skirmishing
upstairs to the kitchen between
courses. Several times they had
come tumbling in, squeaking and
laughing; Timmy Willie learnt
with horror that they were being
chased by the cat. His appetite
failed, he felt faint. "Try some
jelly?" said Johnny Town-mouse.
"No? Would you rather go to bed?
I will show you a most
comfortable sofa pillow."
The sofa pillow had a hole in it.
Johnny Town-mouse quite honestly recommended it as the
best bed, kept exclusively for visitors. But the sofa smelt of cat. Timmy Willie preferred to spend a miserable night under the fender.