The city rat invited courteously the country rat, his cousin, to partake of some exquisite table scrapings at his city residence.
The country rat there found, upon a Persian carpet spread, a noble feast’s delectable remains, including pastries, game birds, pies, and drops of hippocras to drink.
The rats had just begun ingurgitating when the sound of someone at the door caused City Rat to scamper off, with Country Rat not far behind.
It proved a false alarm. The host said, “Come. Return we to our dainties.”
“No,” his guest replied. “I’ve had enough excitement. Tomorrow we will eat at my place, where the fare, though poor, at least’s enjoyed at leisure.”
One’s peace is what one pays for sumptuous pleasure.