Douglas | M.J.
Woodsworth | Tommy's Team
Legacy | Cool
Stuff | Mouseland
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It's the story of a
place called Mouseland. Mouseland was a place where
all the little mice lived and played, were born and
died. And they lived much the same as you and I do.
They even had a Parliament.
And every four years they had an election. Used to walk
to the polls and cast their ballots. Some of them even
got a ride to the polls. And got a ride for the next
four years afterwards too. Just like you and me. And
every time on election day all the little mice used
to go to the ballot box and they used to elect a government.
A government made up of big, fat, black cats.
Now if you think it
strange that mice should elect a government made up
of cats, you just look at the history of Canada for
last 90 years and maybe you'll see that they weren't
any stupider than we are.
Now I'm not saying
anything against the cats. They were nice fellows. They
conducted their government with dignity. They passed
good laws--that is, laws that were good for cats. But
the laws that were good for cats weren't very good for
mice. One of the laws said that mouseholes had to be
big enough so a cat could get his paw in. Another law
said that mice could only travel at certain speeds--so
that a cat could get his breakfast without too much
All the laws were good
laws. For cats. But, oh, they were hard on the mice.
And life was getting harder and harder. And when the
mice couldn't put up with it any more, they decided
something had to be done about it. So they went en masse
to the polls. They voted the black cats out. They put
in the white cats.
Now the white cats
had put up a terrific campaign. They said: "All
that Mouseland needs is more vision." They said:"The
trouble with Mouseland is those round mouseholes we
got. If you put us in we'll establish square mouseholes."
And they did. And the square mouseholes were twice as
big as the round mouseholes, and now the cat could get
both his paws in. And life was tougher than ever.
And when they couldn't
take that anymore, they voted the white cats out and
put the black ones in again. Then they went back to
the white cats. Then to the black cats. They even tried
half black cats and half white cats. And they called
that coalition. They even got one government made up
of cats with spots on them: they were cats that tried
to make a noise like a mouse but ate like a cat.
You see, my friends,
the trouble wasn't with the colour of the cat. The trouble
was that they were cats. And because they were cats,
they naturally looked after cats instead of mice.
Presently there came
along one little mouse who had an idea. My friends,
watch out for the little fellow with an idea. And he
said to the other mice, "Look fellows, why do we
keep on electing a government made up of cats? Why don't
we elect a government made up of mice?" "Oh,"
they said, "he's a Bolshevik. Lock him up!"
So they put him in jail.
But I want to remind
you: that you can lock up a mouse or a man but you can't
lock up an idea.