The Mouse’s HutIn the year 1812 of the holy boar calendar, a boar worker befriended a mouse. One day, there was a storm, and the boar went to his friend, who lived in a hut at the edge of the town. “Mr. Mouse, will you allow me enter your hut as to avoid this horrible downpour?”The mouse, seeing the troubled expression of his friend, answered: “My hut is small, I’m afraid there is room only room for myself and your trunk. Please insert your trunk gently.” “I thank you for your kindness, I shall one day return this favour.” said the boar.But the boar then proceeded to throw his trunk into the hut, and forced his head inside, flinging the mouse outside into the rain. The boar then lay down inside the hut comfortably.”My friend, you have fur, and there is not enough room for both of us. You can sit in the rain while I stay warm inside.” The mouse, seeing what his friend had done to him, started to shout! The animals heard the noise and came to watch. They gathered listening to the heated argument between the mouse and the boar. As the argument began to escalate, the Mayor boar arrived, “I am the mayor of this town. Who dares disturb the peace?”Upon hearing this, the boar, who was an advisor of the mayor, replied in a calm voice, “Mr. Mayor, there is no disturbance. I am simply having a discussion with this mouse of the possession of this hut, which I am clearly occupying.” The Mayor, who fought for “order and peace”, commanded, “I command my cabinet to appoint a Commission of Enquiry which will thoroughly investigate this case and report accordingly.” He then turned to the mouse and said: “You have done well by establishing friendship with my people. Argue no more, for your hut is not lost. Wait until the day of the hearing, and you will be given plenty of opportunities to state your case. I am sure that you will be pleased with the findings of the commission.” The mouse, satisfied by the words from the Mayor, patiently waited for his opportunity, believing the hut would be returned to him. The boar, obeying the command of the mayor, got busy with other ministers to appoint the commission. After many days of heated discussion, the commission consisting of only boars was appointed. The commissioners were Geoffrey Lawrence, Henri Donnedieu, and Francis Biddle; with Robert Jackson as chairman of the commission. Upon seeing the commision, the mouse protested and asked for the commission to include mice. He was told by the mayor that it was impossible, since no mice were educated enough to understand the law of boars. He was also told that there was nothing to fear, for not only were the members of the Commission all men of justice, but also gentlemen chosen by God to look after the interest of all, including races less adequately endowed with size and strength. The mayor then promised he would investigate the matter with the greatest care and condemn any biases. But, the mouse could not rest assured, because he believed in neither the mayor’s words nor the pig god.One week later, Mr. boar and Mouse went to court. There, the commissioners sat to take testimonies. Mr. boar was the first called. He walked up to the podium with a educated air. He brushed his tusk with one hand said with an authoritative voice, “Gentlemen, there is no need for me to waste your valuable time in retelling a story which I am sure, you already know. I have always thought that to protect the interests of my friends is an obligation, and this appears to have caused the misunderstanding between my friend Mr. Mouse and I. He invited me to save his hut from being blown away by a hurricane. Since the hurricane gained access to the unoccupied space in the hut, I considered it necessary, in my friend Mr. Mouse’s interest, to turn the undeveloped space to a more economic use by sitting in it myself; a duty would undoubtedly have performed with equal readiness by anyone in similar circumstances.” After hearing Mr. boar convincing statement, the Commission called for a vote. The result was all judges voted in favor of Mr. Boar. Then, they called the mouse, who began to give his own side of the story. But before he could finish, judge Robert Jackson cut him short, saying: “This is starting to go off topic. We’ve already heard the story from various unbiased sources; all we wish for you to tell us is whether your underdeveloped hut was occupied by anyone else before Mr. Boar took possession it?” The mouse began to say; “No, but …” and the Commission declared that they have sufficient evidence from both sides to adjourn to decide on the final decision. After enjoying a delicious meal at the expense of the Mr. Boar, the judges reached their verdict,. The summoned called the mouse, and declared: “In our opinion, this dispute has arisen through a misunderstanding due to the backwardness of your ideas. Mr. Boar has fulfilled his sacred duty of protecting your interests. So It is clear that, for your good, the space shall be put to a more economically productive use, and as you yourself not yet have the ability which would enable you to fill it, we find it necessary to arrange a compromise that will suit both parties. Mr. Boar shall continue his occupation of your hut.But, we give you permission to build another hut more suited to your needs at a designated site and, we will make sure it is well protected.” And with three firm strikes of the Gavel, the mouse had no option but to comply. But no sooner had he built his new hut, when Mr. Rhinoceros charged in with his horn lowered and ordered the man to leave. A Royal Commission was again appointed to look into the matter, and the same judgement was given. This was repeated until Mr. Eagle, Mr. Rooster, and Mr. Lion all received new huts. So, the mouse decided that he must find a way to protect his assets, and since the law would not offer the protection they promised, he would have to think of another way himself……

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