"'Oh, easy. Relations are those who have the same blood in them, ain't
they?'

"'Yes,' assented Tommy.

"'Well, you and I have the same blood. You had it, and now I've got it.
I just tapped you, you know.'

"Tommy didn't know anything of the kind, and he was terribly frightened,
so he just covered up his head, and trembled until Mr. Mosquito flew
away."

"Those are what I call nonsense stories," your Aunt Amy said when Mrs.
Mouser ceased speaking, and she replied quite sharply:

"Of course they are, and that is about all the animals on this farm
know."

"I am certain you make a mistake, Mrs. Mouser Cat, for you have told me
several this afternoon which teach a good lesson," your Aunt Amy said,
and for a moment it seemed very much as if Mrs. Mouser was angry, but
her face brightened an instant later, as she cried:

"I've got the very story for you, although it's about a mouse, and I
don't really believe in talking of them so much, for it makes it appear
as if they were of great importance, when all they are fit for is to
furnish food for us cats.

"Once upon a time there was a miller who lived in his mill, and on a
certain morning, when he was opening the sacks of grain, out hopped a