A fairy tale about a cat and a mouse: 8 of the most mousy stories

On this page read the poems “The Tale of a Stupid Mouse” by the Russian poet Samuil Marshak , written in the year.

A mouse sang in a hole at night: “Sleep, little mouse, shut up!” I'll give you a crust of bread and a candle stub. The mouse answers her: “Your voice is too thin.” It’s better, mom, not food, look for a nanny for me! The mother mouse ran and began to call the duck as a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Duck, rock our baby.” The duck began to sing to the mouse: “Ha-ha-ha, go to sleep, little one!” After the rain, I’ll find you a Worm in the garden. Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: - No, your voice is not good. You're singing too loud! The mother mouse ran and began to call the toad as a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Toad, rock our baby.” The toad began to croak importantly: “Kwa-kwa-kwa, no need to cry!” Sleep, little mouse, until the morning, I'll give you a mosquito. Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: - No, your voice is not good. You eat very boringly! The mother mouse ran to call Aunt Horse as a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Horse, rock our baby.” - E-go-go! - the horse sings. “Sleep, little mouse, sweet, sweet, turn on your right side, I’ll give you a bag of oats!” Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: - No, your voice is not good. It's very scary to eat! The mother mouse ran and began to call the pig to be a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Pig, rock our baby.” The pig began to grunt hoarsely, to lull the disobedient one to sleep: “Bayu-bayushki, oink-oink.” Calm down, I say. Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: - No, your voice is not good. You sing very rudely! The mother mouse began to think: I need to call the chicken. - Come to us, Aunt Klusha, rock our baby. The hen cackled: “Where, where!” Don't be afraid, baby! Climb under the wing: It’s quiet and warm there. Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: “No, your voice is not good.” You won't fall asleep like that! The mother mouse ran and began to call the pike as a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Pike, rock our baby.” The pike began to sing to the little mouse - He didn’t hear a sound: The pike’s mouth is open, But you can’t hear what it’s singing... The stupid little mouse Answers her, half asleep: - No, your voice is not good. You're singing too quietly! The mother mouse ran and began to call the cat to be a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Cat, rock our baby.” The cat began to sing to the mouse: “Meow-meow, sleep, my baby!” Meow-meow, let's go to bed, Meow-meow, go to bed. Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: - Your voice is so good - You sing very sweetly! The mother mouse came running, looked at the bed, looking for the stupid little mouse, but the little mouse was nowhere to be seen...

Children's poems Poems about animals

S. Marshak. Collected works. Moscow, “Fiction”, 1970.

The story of the cat and the mouse

In house number five on Kosmonavtov Street, on the third floor in apartment one hundred and twenty-four, there lived a cat named Belka.
Her owners loved her very much, spoiled her in every possible way, and bought her new toys. But the little girl Tanya loved Belka most of all. She even took the cat with her to bed at night. It used to be that Tanya would have a terrible dream, she would get up, grab Belka with both arms and pull her with her. And the cat is only happy about it.

But one day Tanya and her mother went to the pet store and brought home... a mouse. Small, white, in a cage with a wheel. When Squirrel saw that mouse, she almost fainted.

Where have you seen mice live in complete contentment in a house? They are supposed to be caught with mousetraps or cats.

And this mouse also turned out to be impudent. When everyone in the house falls asleep, the lights are turned off, Belka also falls asleep, the mouse slowly gets out of the cage and begins to roam around the rooms, putting things in order. One day Belka caught her in the kitchen in front of a bag of semolina. I tried to chase her, but didn’t have time. The mouse climbed onto the wall, along the wall to the ceiling, and along the ceiling back into Tanya’s bedroom and into his cage. She closed the door and sat there, not moving. It seems like she wasn’t acting out at all.

In fairness

Then Squirrel decided to catch this mouse and eat it. No mouse, no problem. She waited until the night was dark and moonless and pretended to be asleep. The mouse only stuck its sharp nose into the kitchen, only got close to the bag of cereal, and then Squirrel grabbed it.

She held it between her paws and was about to swallow it. She has already revealed her sharp teeth. And as soon as I looked at this tiny animal, all my appetite instantly disappeared. Belka felt sorry for her mistress. How will she grieve for the mouse, poor thing? And she released the rodent. So, either the mouse realized its mistake, or it was scared to death, but since then it hasn’t pulled any more tricks. She sat quietly in the cage and didn’t do anything around the house.

Mouse house

Once upon a time there lived a little mouse in its hole. She went out for a walk one day, ran and ran, and got lost. Can't find his hole. The mouse sat down under the leaf and cried:

- Pee-pee-pee! Where should I live now? Where can you hide from the rain?

The chicken heard her and asked:

- Ko-ko-ko, why are you crying, mouse?

- How can I not cry... I went out for a walk and got lost. I don't have a house now. Where can I hide from the rain?

- And you come and live with us. We have enough room in the chicken coop for everyone.

A mouse ran into the chicken coop, looked back and saw: the chickens were sitting on perches high above the ground, holding on tightly with their paws. The mouse tried to climb onto the perch and fell.

- Thank you, chicken, but I can’t sit on the perch. I'll go look for another house.

The mouse ran out into the street, sat down under a leaf and became sad: where to run, where to look for a house? Suddenly he looks and sees a frog jumping past.

- Kwa-kwa, hello, mouse, why are you sad?

- How can I not be sad... I went out for a walk and got lost. I don't have a house now. Where can I hide from the rain?

- And you come to our swamp - you will live on a water lily leaf. We have a lot of water lilies, there is enough room for everyone. The mouse ran to the swamp. Looks: a frog jumps and jumps over the bumps, jumps and jumps! She chose the largest leaf for herself and sat down to rest. The mouse also wanted to jump, but only got its paws wet in the water.

“Thank you, frog, but I won’t be able to live on a leaf.” I'll go look for another house.

The mouse ran into the garden, sat down in the shade and thought. Suddenly he sees a pumpkin growing. “What a big pumpkin,” the mouse was surprised, “and probably delicious.” Let me eat a small piece.”

The mouse ate a small piece, and then another. He looks - there is a hole in the pumpkin. “Just like my mink! – the mouse was happy. “This is where I will live now!”

And the mouse began to live and live in the pumpkin, inviting friends to visit.

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The Tale of the Cat and the Mouse Nathanya

Nafanya started up in the same house. Well, she was amazing! For example, everyone wakes up in the morning and looks at the nut pie on the table in the evening, but now it’s not there. Only crumbs remained. They marvel - who did this outrage? And dad says: “Probably Nafanya.”

The cat Dasha heard about this and thought: “Wow! What kind of Nafanya is this? Is it really a mouse?

The next day, someone defaced all the wallpaper in the room. With orange, blue and red colors. The adults, when they saw it, almost fainted. Dad says: “Well, who did it?”

There’s a little boy, Vanechka, who quietly answers: “Nafanya...

Then dad says: “That’s how we got Nafanya!” He eats pies and paints wallpaper. Will there be anything next?

And the cat Dashka was already completely scared. What kind of mouse is this, incredibly literate?

A few more days passed and by morning the parents found a high chair in the kitchen, placed on the top shelf. And on the top shelf there was a whole box of chocolates. So now there is not a single piece of candy left in the box.

Dad says: “Well, our Nafanya is gone!” We probably need to take action. And the cat Dashka thinks to himself: “It’s very lucky that we got this mouse! You can get into trouble and blame everything on her.” Dasha sneaked into the kitchen in the evening, opened the refrigerator, took out a hefty piece of cheese and ate it.

The next morning, when the loss was discovered, mom and dad clasped their hands: “Dasha!” Yes, where have you seen cats roaming refrigerators? - and punished the cat.

She sits poor in the closet and cannot understand anything. Why is it that, like eating candy and pies, it means Nafanya, but like eating cheese, it’s Dasha’s fault?

Fairy tale poems about a mouse and a cat

There is a magical place in our kitchen, near the stove. A door with a tiny lock, and behind it a house of mice.

Exactly at midnight, from behind the stove, Grabbing candles for light, the mice in a friendly crowd set off on a robbery.

They eat cereals and porridge, drink kvass from a bowl, refresh themselves with potatoes, and juggle peas.

Quietly, quietly, don't make any noise, they tell the cat to sleep. When he wakes up, that’s the problem! Then she will eat the mice.

But Murka doesn’t hear yet, Sleeping, the shiny jacket. Drinking milk at night, satisfying your hunger.

Well-fed people always want to sleep, They yawn all day long. Tolley is a matter on an empty stomach. Catch mice for a nickel.

In the meantime, they are roaming around, stealing food here and there, so that their pantries are all driven up to the ceilings.

You are the owners of animals, willing mouse-catchers, listen to my advice - Don’t give them cutlets.

Do not serve butter, cheese, pies or bread from the tandoor. Do not give milk or raw cottage cheese.

And then your little cats, in an unusual aerobatics, will announce a battle to the mice, revealing their strong-willed character.

Read the tale about the cat Shura and the mouse Nyura

Once upon a time there lived a mouse named Nyura in my grandmother's lower kitchen. She wasn’t especially willful, she didn’t spoil the food, so grandma didn’t touch her. Let him live.

And upstairs in the house lived the cat Shura. She was strict and vigilantly watched over the house so that not a single mouse was found. And she never went down to the lower kitchen. There was a vat of sourdough at my grandmother’s place, and Shura was about to drink from it one day and fell into the sourdough. Her grandmother scolded her very painfully afterwards.

One day Shura was sitting by the hatch into the underground, where the lower kitchenette was, and saw a picture: a mouse was walking and wandering around the kitchen, slowly, like a businessman. He’ll go up to the stove and see what’s cooking there, he’ll go up to the cabinets and check everything around him, he’ll go up to the leaven in the vat and stick his nose in there.

The cat Shura became furious, her fur stood on end. She looks with her eyes, but can’t do anything. The fear was deeply ingrained in her. Then she decided to use a trick. She got a thread somewhere, tied a piece of cheese to one end of it and lowered it into the underground.

Nyura noticed the cheese, sharpened her teeth, but she wanted to grab it like cheese - she hopped and moved away. The mouse is behind him. And the cheese for the ladder - skok-skok-skok. The mouse ran after him. She was almost getting what she wanted, when suddenly the cheese slipped out through the hatch into the house.

Then the mouse realized that something was wrong. She hid between the steps and sat and waited. Not a minute had passed before the cat appeared. But no matter how much she looked out, no matter how much she lowered her muzzle into the underground, she could not understand why her prey had been lost.

Mouse Mind

It was then that the mouse realized that the cat was afraid of the underground. And she began to tease her in every possible way. As soon as he notices that Shura is sitting on the edge of the hatch, he will immediately come out of his hiding place and walk back and forth in the lower kitchen, like a housewife. And she became so arrogant that she completely forgot about her agreement with her grandmother.

And the grandmother, when she saw that the mouse was completely insolent, put a mousetrap in the kitchen and caught it.

That's the whole story for you. It’s not for nothing that they say that the jug was proud until it broke.

The Tale of the Cat and the Mouse

Once a cat caught a mouse. He opened his mouth, just about to eat. And she tells him:

- Don't eat me, kitty! Look, I'll be useful to you. - Yes, what good are you? - the cat grins. - You look so small. You'll get hit and there won't be a wet place left. “Don’t eat me,” the mouse babbles on and on. - You'll see, it will be good for me too. The cat thought, “okay, you won’t be satisfied with one mouse” and let her go in peace.

Now, time is passing. The owner got angry with the cat because he ate all the sour cream and decided to kick him out of the house. The cat was completely sad. He thinks “I’ll disappear on the street.” He sits and sheds tears. Then, out of nowhere, a mouse crawls out: “What are you crying about, little cat?”

He told her his misfortune. And she tells him: “Don’t cry.” You spared me, so I will do good to you.

In the evening the owner is sitting drinking tea with bagels, and suddenly he sees a mouse walking across the table right before his eyes. He approaches the bagels, takes one and begins to gnaw.

From such impudence, the owner almost turned green. - Cat! - he shouts. - Well, catch me this impudent one! And the cat is happy to try. He flew up like a bullet and caught the mouse. And he ate it. Make-believe. And when the owner turned away, he released her. And from that day on, the cat and mouse became best friends.

A fairy tale about a mouse and its tail

Once upon a time there lived a mouse. Ma-a-scarlet-pretty-small. Here it is.

And the mouse had a tail. Long-and-in-long. Here it is.

One day a mouse was running along the path, caught its tail on a bush and squealed:

- Pee-pee-pee! Help me get unstuck from the bush, the kids are waiting for me at home and asking me to eat. Pee-pee-pee!

An ant ran past:

- What are you, mouse, squeaking?

- Pee-pee-pee! Help me get unstuck from the bush, otherwise I just can’t do it.

The ant tried to help the mouse, but it didn’t work out. It’s too small, there’s no way to detach the tail from the bush with its thin paws.

A sparrow flew past:

- What are you, mouse, squeaking?

- Pee-pee-pee! Help me get unstuck from the bush, otherwise I just can’t do it. And the ant couldn't cope either.

The sparrow tried to help the mouse, but nothing worked for him. The sparrow's beak is short, and there is no way to detach the tail from the bush.

A cat walked past. Big-a-big. Here it is. The mouse got scared - how could it jump! And her tail - once! - and he unhooked himself from the bush.

That's a mouse! Well done! Pee-pee-pee!

The tale of the mouse who ate cats

It was around New Year's. The mice gathered behind the baseboard to have a meal. They put little by little from each tail into the general pile: some a dry piece of cheese, some the skin of a sausage, another dumpling, barely bitten, a crust of bread - in general, the table was set for the holiday.

And as soon as they ate, they began to have fun. There are different stories to tell. Some will remember a joke, some will remember an exciting, even scary story about a mousetrap. There was one fat old mouse sitting in the corner. She sat quietly, and then just say: “Have you heard the story about the mouse that ate cats?” A tragic story, I must say, but a true one.

The other mice, of course, didn’t hear anything like that. And they began to ask her to tell.

Creepy story

There is nothing to do, the old mouse yawned and began her story: “A long time ago, when my mother was still a little mouse, there were stray cats in their area, apparently or invisible.” The mice were completely dead from them. These cats began to pester ordinary households. Where there was one cat in the house, now there are three, four, or even more. And these cats began to mercilessly destroy our brother. It got so bad that there were only a handful of mice left for the entire village.

So, probably, our breed would have completely died out. If, out of nowhere, a large, even huge, unprecedented mouse had not appeared. She came at night and ate all the cats that came in her way. And soon there was not a single cat left in the area.

- And then what happened to this mouse? - asked one little mouse with a shaking tail.

“Nobody knows that,” answered the old mouse. “They say that she is hiding and waiting in the wings, when she can feast on cat meat again.”

Massacre

When the mice heard the story, they started making noise. They waved their fists and said that this is what they need with a mustache and a tail. And they got so excited that they decided to go to war against the cat.

- Wow, we’ll ask him now! Wow, he'll see us! Let's not let him hurt us anymore!

They just came out of the hole, and then suddenly there was a cat. Eyes - staring, teeth - clicking. The mice rushed into the scattered space. Only the tails flickered in the corners.

A fairy tale about little mice for children 5 - 9 years old

Author's fairy tale for children about three little mice
Author: Marina Borisovna Matsenko Place of work: Municipal educational autonomous institution - gymnasium No. 22, Kaliningrad, Kaliningrad region. Description: This material can be useful both for older preschoolers in preschool institutions and for elementary school students. Goal: To introduce children to the concept of “Color Science”. Objectives: Teach children to distinguish colors. The material is presented in the form of a fairy tale. A fairy tale can contribute to the development and learning of children.

She lived on the shore of the lake at the very roots of an oak tree in a hole called Mama Mouse. She had three little gray mice, they were so identical that Mama Mouse could not keep track of them: they would get dirty in the mud, or they would fight. And it’s impossible to understand who started the fight. So Mama Mouse figured out how to distinguish them: she knitted hats for everyone. She knitted a red cap to the first mouse, a white cap to the second, and a blue cap to the third, and told them never to take them off. After this, peace and order reigned in the mouse family. The little mice became so obedient that Mother Mouse couldn’t be happier.

But one day the little mice came out of their hole for a walk. On this day the sun shone especially brightly, flooding everything around with its yellow rays. When the little mice returned to their Mother Mouse, she did not recognize them. On their heads they had caps of different colors: an orange cap, a yellow cap and a green cap.

Did you find out what color the cap was on the first mouse, the second mouse and the third mouse? “Oh,” said Mama Mouse. They will have to knit new hats in the same colors that they had before, but they mixed them up. She knitted a white cap for the first mouse, a red cap for the second, and a yellow cap for the third. But the hats got dirty, and Mother Mouse decided: “I’ll go and wash these hats in the lake.” The water in the lake was blue - blue. And this is what happened to these hats next.

The caps became blue, purple and green. And even though the little mice have grown up now and have begun to help Mother Mouse in everything, she just can’t understand who she is praising?

Tell Mommy Mouse what color is the hat on the first mouse, what color is the one on the second one, what color is the one on the third one? Mother mouse bought pencils for the little mice, and they began to draw. Most of all they liked to draw trees, grass, flowers, so they had to buy more green pencils.

They even composed a song and sang it as they drew: We draw, we draw, A large yellow moon, And a green tomato, A very red fly agaric, A blue, blue cornflower, And a brown stump. Well, we’re not drawing a black beetle yet.

Maybe the song turned out not so wonderful, but the little mice didn’t go to school and didn’t study any sciences. One day they woke up, crawled out of the hole and saw that their favorite clearing was covered with a fabulous white blanket. It sparkled and shimmered under the rays of the sun. Mother mouse explained to them that winter has come, and the white blanket is snow. “How are we going to draw it?” - said the little mice. “We don’t have a white pencil!” What advice do you guys have for the little mice?

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A quiet tale about a cat and a mouse

On a starry night, on a moonlit night, on a thin field path, a little mouse walked cautiously, quietly walked to his home.

And a gray-brown cat quietly trudged towards him, and the mouse saw him, hiding behind a snag.

Eka, he thinks, good luck. I'll refresh myself for a night's sleep. It's painful to wander on an empty stomach.

But the mouse was not a mistake, having recognized the spirit of the cat, he quietly hid behind a hummock, gathering all his will in his tail.

The pitch-black night has come, Not a single star is visible. Quiet in the field, quiet in the sky Grace, as it is - peace.

Here they sit, hiding, And in the pitch silence You can hear an owl flying, Yes, over the field, under the moon.

It's a joke, whoever runs first across the field will give himself away in the night. My heart is beating wildly...

The cat doesn’t want to wait, And the little mouse is trembling all over, Eh, now he should go to his mother - the mouse, She will surround her with care.

But under no circumstances should he run, no, no, no. Otherwise, that's it, I fell for the mouse pate.

Quietly the night passes. The mouse is sleeping, the cat is sleeping. It’s a joke, whoever reveals his dream first will snore...

The Tale of a Smart Mouse

“The Tale of a Smart Mouse ,” written by S.Ya. Marshak, is a kind of response to the “Tale of a Stupid Mouse” written by him. Or, if you want, a continuation. I don’t know about you, but of course I felt sorry for the stupid little mouse. I really didn’t want to believe that the cat ate the mouse. And so later, when the opportunity arose to imagine that the mouse had deceived the cat and returned to his mother, he was very happy. And, of course, I always listened to the fairy tale about the smart little mouse with great pleasure. Well, now you can read “The Tale of a Smart Mouse” , and explain that the stupid mouse has grown wiser and returned from the cat to its mother. I have no doubt that your child will be very happy too.

The cat took the mouse away and sang: “Don’t be afraid, baby.” Let's play cat and mouse for an hour or two, dear!

The frightened little mouse answers her, half asleep: “Our mother didn’t tell us to play cat and mouse.”

- Well, what do I care if she didn’t tell you? Play with me, my light! - And the mouse answered her:

- I wish I could play a little, but don't worry! - I'll be a cat. You, cat, at least for an hour, be a Mouse this time!

The cat Murka laughed: “Oh, you, smoky skin, No matter what you call, a mouse can’t be a cat!”

The mouse says to Murka: “Well then, let’s play blind man’s buff!” Blindfold your eyes with a scarf and catch me later.

The cat is blindfolded, but looks from under the blindfold. He'll let the little mouse run away and grab the poor thing again!

Laughter for the cat, grief for the mouse... He found a crack in the fence. He doesn’t know how he got through. There was a mouse, but it disappeared.

He rolled down the hill and saw a small hole. In this hole lived an animal - a long, narrow ferret.

Sharp-toothed, sharp-eyed, He was a thief and a crawler, And it happened that every day he stole chickens from the villages.

The ferret came from hunting. The guest asks: “Who are you?” If you fell into my hole, play my game!

- Cat and mouse or blind man's buff? - Says the nimble mouse.

- No, not blind man's buff. We ferrets love “corners” more.

- Well, we’ll play, but first, let’s do some math.

I am an animal, And you are an animal, I am a mouse, You are a ferret, You are cunning, And I am smart, Whoever is smart gets out!

- Stop! - the ferret shouts to the mouse and runs after him.

And the little mouse went straight into the forest and climbed under an old stump. The squirrels began to call the mouse: “Come out and play burners!”

“My back,” he says, “is on fire without playing!”

At this time, an animal worse than a cat was walking along the path. It looked like a brush. It was, of course, a hedgehog.

And a hedgehog was walking towards her, covered in needles, like a dressmaker.

The hedgehog shouted to the mouse: “You won’t get away from the hedgehogs!”

Here comes my mistress, play tag with her, and leapfrog with me. Come out quickly - I'm waiting!

But the mouse heard this, but thought and did not come out. - I don’t want to go into leapfrog: I’ll end up on needles!

The hedgehog and the hedgehog waited for a long time, and the mouse quietly slipped along the path between the bushes - and there he was!

He reached the edge of the forest. He hears frogs croaking: “Guard!” Trouble! Kwa-kwa! An owl is flying towards us!

I looked, a little mouse: it was either a cat or a bird, all speckled, its beak crocheted, its motley feathers sticking up. And the eyes burn like little bowls, Twice as much as a cat’s.

The mouse's spirit froze. He hid under a burdock.

And the owl is getting closer, closer, And the owl is getting lower, lower And screams in the silence of the night: - Play, my friend, with me!

The mouse squeaked: “Hide and seek?” - And he set off without looking back, Hiding in the mown grass. An owl won't find it.

The owl searched until the morning. In the morning I stopped seeing. The old woman sat down on an oak tree and her eyes magnified and magnified.

And the little mouse washed his snout, carried some water without soap, and went to look for his home, where his mother and father remained.

He walked and walked, climbed a hill, and at the bottom he saw a mink.

The mother mouse is so happy! Well, hug a mouse. And his sisters and brothers play mouse and mouse with him.

The Tale of a Stupid Mouse Poem by Samuil Marshak