Not suspecting anything, the field-mouse did as she was told and went up to the cat.
He unbent so far as to take her to the stable and show her a field-mouse he had caught and was keeping in a cardboard box.
How much richer life the poet lives who can sympathize with the field-mouse, like Burns!
Why do we find in the hole of the field-mouse enough acorns to keep him until the following summer?
The Field-mouse is by no means an exception to the general rule, but produces as many young in a season as any of the Mice.
