running up and down upon him; this soon wakened the 

Lion, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his

big jaws to swallow him.  "Pardon, O King," cried the 

little Mouse: "forgive me this time, I shall never forget it: 

who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some

of these days?"  The Lion was so tickled at the idea of the

Mouse being able to help him, that he lifted up his paw and

let him go.  Some time after the Lion was caught in a trap,

and the hunters who desired to carry him alive to the King,

tied him to a tree while they went in search of a waggon to

carry him on.  Just then the little Mouse happened to pass 

by, and seeing the sad plight in which the Lion was, went 

up to him and soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the

King of the Beasts.  "Was I not right?" said the little Mouse.

      Little friends may prove great friends.