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THE WEASEL IN THE GRANARY. Jean de La Fontaine

THE WEASEL IN THE GRANARY. Fable by Jean de La Fontaine. Illustration by Grandville

THE WEASEL IN THE GRANARY. Fable by Jean de La Fontaine. Illustration by Grandville

Once Madame Weasel, slender-waisted, thin,
Into a granary, by a narrow chink,
Crept, sick and hungry; quick she glided in,
To eat her fill, and she was wise, I think.
There at her ease,
No fear of fees,
She gnawed, and nibbled:—gracious, what a life!
The bacon melted in the strife.
Plump and rotund she grew,
As fat as two.
A week was over,
Spent in clover.
But one day, when she′d done—and that not badly—
A noise alarmed her sadly.
She tried the hole she′d entered, wishing to retreat;
′Twas no such easy feat.
Was she mistaken?—no, the selfsame door:
She tried it, o′er and o′er.
"Yes, yes," she said, "it is the place, I know;
I passed here but a week ago."
A Rat who saw her puzzled, slily spoke—
"Your pouch was emptier then, before your fast you broke.
Empty you came, and empty you must quit:
I tell you what I′ve told a dozen more.
But don′t perplex the matter, I implore;
They differed from you in some ways, I do admit."

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