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<h2>THE MICE AND THE WEASELS</h2>
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<p>There was war between the Mice and the Weasels, in which the
Mice always got the worst of it, numbers of them being killed and
eaten by the Weasels. So they called a council of war, in which an
old Mouse got up and said, "It's no wonder we are always beaten,
for we have no generals to plan our battles and direct our
movements in the field." Acting on his advice, they chose the
biggest Mice to be their leaders, and these, in order to be
distinguished from the rank and file, provided themselves with
helmets bearing large plumes of straw. They then led out the Mice
to battle, confident of victory: but they were defeated as usual,
and were soon scampering as fast as they could to their holes. All
made their way to safety without difficulty except the leaders, who
were so hampered by the badges of their rank that they could not
get into their holes, and fell easy victims to their pursuers.</p>
<p class="adage">Greatness carries its own penalties.</p>
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