Peter Christen Asbjørnsen

“ But just then the goody slammed to the trap-door again, so that the cat got afraid and loosed her hold, and pop! the fell-mouse was away in the town-mouse's hole, and from it there was a way out into the snow, and the fell-mouse was not slow in setting off home.
"This you call living well, and you say that you live best?" she said to the town-mouse. "Heaven help me to a better mind! for with such a big house, and such a hawk for a master, I could scarce get off with my life." ”