in the heat of the day a lion lay asleep at the edge of a wood. he lay so still that a mouse ran right across his nose without knowing it was a nose, and a lion’s at that.
bang! the lion clapped his paw to his face and felt something caught. it was furry. lazily he opened his eyes. he lifted up one side of his huge paw just a little bit to see what was under it and was amused to find a mouse.
"spare me, great king!" he heard the little creature squeak in its tiny voice. "i didn’t mean to do it! let me go, and someday i will repay you."
"that’s very funny," said the lion, and he laughed. "how can a little thing like you help me, the great king of beasts?"
"i don’t know," the mouse replied. "but a little creature can sometimes help a big one."
"well, you have made me laugh," the lion said, "which is something i seldom do. and anyway, you would hardly make half amouthful. so…" he raised his paw and let the mouse go.