A few mice lived in a basket in the country. They did not live so bad, the eldest and the elder mice felt satisfaction, but the third mouse didn’t. One day, the third mouse was hardly hoofed to die by a cattle, and nearly eaten by a snake. He couldn’t suffer this kind of life any more, and decided to go to the city disregarding his brothers’ objectinos. Long railway travel, diesel-fume train and free birds, all the fancy things and exciting scene steadied his confidence. In the dusk, the city is not far. But in the strange and modern city, what would wait for the third mouse?