Once upon a time
There was a mouse.
There was a mouse.
Yes, a mouse?!
He wanted more respect
So he went to bed.
Then an idea woke him up:
Which one is the most respected
Loves and appreciated
Of ALL?
The horse, of course.
Wouldn’t it be better for him
To visit the horse first
And find out more?
So, our mouse went to him
And asked what to do
To have more respect in our world, too.
‘Cause in his world, the mouse was respected
And very appreciated.
But here? Nothing.
The horse said he should be wiser
And should not be such a liar.
A few days later, the mouse came back
He was fatter, because he thought
A big body would help him
To get more attention.
But nobody, even the mice,
Respected him anymore.
So he blamed the horse
For everybody treating him worse.
The horse wasn’t angry at all
In fact, he smiled at the mouse
And sincerely said:
“Well, my dear. You did this to yourself.”
“Well, my dear. You did this to yourself.”
“No. I did not! It wasn’t me!”
“Yes, you did.
Unfortunately, you were blinded
By the worst feeling:
Jealousy.
I wasn’t me, it was you.”
That’s the moment when our mouse realised
The mistakes he had made
And that our horse
Deserved the respect he was receiving
From everyone’s giving.
Our mouse regretted he had got fat
And he was convinced to do something.
So he and the forse began running everyday
From Monday to Saturday.
And that’s how our story ends:
From being enemies to being friends.
From being enemies to being friends.
