Once upon a time, pet cats and monkeys lived in the same house. They are best friends and always keep doing all kinds of pranks. The most they think about is what they get to eat, and the methods are not important to them.
One day, they sat by the fire and looked at some chestnuts roasted on the fireplace. How to get it is their problem.
"I'm happy to get it," said the cunning monkey. "But you have more skills in this kind of thing than me. Get them out and we'll divide them equally."
The cat carefully stretched out his claws, pushed away some cinder , and then quickly retracted his claws. Then she did it again, dragging a chestnut half out of the fire this time. The third time, she took out the chestnut. She did this several times, almost burning her paws every time. As soon as she pulled out the chestnuts, the monkey ate them all.
At this time, the master came in and the two bad guys fled in panic. Miss Cat didn't eat a chestnut except for her burnt paws. It is said that since then, she has been willing to eat all kinds of mice and has no connection with Mr. Monkey.
flatterers must have the intention of harming others for their own benefit.
THE MONKEY AND THE CAT
Once upon a time a Cat and a Monkey lived as pets in the same house. They were great friends and were constantly in all sorts of mischief together. What they seemed to think of more than anything else was to get something to eat, and it did not matter much to them how they got it.
One day they were sitting by the fire, watching some chestnuts roasting on the hearth. How to get them was the question.
"I would gladly get them," said the cunning Monkey, "but you are much more skillful at such things than I am. Pull them out and I'll divide them between us."
Pussy stretched out her paw very carefully, pushed aside some of the cinders, and drew back her paw very quickly. Then she tried it again, this time pulling a chestnut half out of the fire. A third time and she drew out the chestnut. This performance she went through several times, each time singing her paw seriously. As fast as she pulled the chestnuts out of the fire, the Monkey ate them up.
Now the master came in, and away scampered the rascals, Mistress Cat with a burnt paw and no chestnuts. From that time on, they say, she contented herself with mice and rats and had little to do with Sir Monkey.
The flatterer seeks some benefit at your expense.
