The teacher then, according to Associated Engineering’s house magazine, replied to the woman: “I take great pleasure in informing you that a WC is situated nine meters from the house in the centre of a beautiful grove of pine trees surrounded by lovely grounds. It capable of holding 22 people and it is open on Sunday and Thursday only. As there are a great number of people expected during the summer months, I would suggest that you come early, although there is usually plenty of standing room. This is an unfortunate situation, particularly if you are in the habit of going regularly.

“You will, no doubt, be glad to hear that a good number of people bring their lunch and make a day of it. Others who can afford to go by car arrive just in time. I would especially advise your ladyship to go on Thursday, when there is organ accompaniment. The acoustics are excellent and even the most delicate sound can be heard everywhere.

 “It may interest you to know that my daughter was married in the WC and it was there that she met her husband. I can remember the rush there was for seats. There were two people to a seat usually occupied by one, and it was wonderful to see the expression on their faces.

“The newest attraction is a bell donated by a wealthy resident of the district. It rings every time a person enters. A bazaar is to be held to provide more seats for all, since the people believe that it is a long-felt need.

“My wife is rather delicate, and she could not attend regularly. It is almost a year since she went last.  Naturally it pains her very much not to go more often.

“I should be glad to reserve a seat for you if you wish, where you be seen by all.

“For the children there is a special time and place, so that they will not disturb the elders.”

He was aghast to discover that it was a mousetrap!

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning, "There is a mouse trap in the house, there is a mouse trap in the house."

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell you this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me; I cannot be bothered by it."

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mouse trap in the house."

"I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse," sympathized the pig, "but there is nothing I can do about it but pray; be assured that you are in my prayers."

The mouse turned to the cow, who replied, "Like wow, Mr. Mouse, a mouse trap; am I in grave danger, Duh?"

So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected to face the farmer's mousetrap alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house, like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught.

In the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital.

She returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.

His wife's sickness continued so that friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer's wife did not get well, in fact, she died, and so many people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide meat for all of them to eat.

And the mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.