The king of the jungle， the lion， lived in a big dark cave at the foot of the hill. He was a good king， and used to hunt only when he was hungry. Every night， he would go out to hunt and bring back one animal to his cave. After eating to his heart‘s content， he would go to sleep.
In his cave， a little mouse had made her house too. She would wait for the king to fall asleep， and then come out to eat， the leftovers. She was so small that leftovers were more than enough for her. She was very happy， as she got to eat the best food. Thanks to the lion， of course.
Many months passed， and the mouse became fat. Having lived so close to the lion， she had stopped fearing him. One day， after the king had eaten， and was sleeping， the mouse came out for her dinner. She ate as much as she could， and started to go back. It was then that she thought of taking a close look at the lion. She had never touched a lion before， so she went close and touched him. Nothing happened， the king was asleep. Oh！ The lion feels so soft， thought the mouse. His hair is like a soft cushion. Without stopping to think， she climbed on to the lion‘s back. The king must have been very tired after the hunt， and did not notice. And the foolish mouse had lost all her fear. She thought， uhmmm， this is so nice， and the king doesn’t mind. Thinking so， she fell asleep on the lion‘s back.