It was a bold mouse who agreed to bell the cat. He wore blue pantaloons and an orange feather above his ear, and all agreed he was braver and nobler and altogether more stupid than they would ever wish their children to be.
He did not come back, and they mourned him with much theatre and no small amount of smugness. They had said the risk was too great; they had not volunteered.
They were very knowing mice; but not one of them guessed Timothy had sold the bell for fifteen pounds and bought his own hole two towns away.