You see the Rat outside. She picks spikelets and sings: Tasty ears of corn, Like blond braids, The rye has woven them into the field, Come and take them, whoever you want! She looks scared. She stops and looks around nervously. She feels danger and notices you. She jumps. Aaah! A cat! She looks at you and says: Oh, sorry, I thought you were a cat.