"Much outcry, Little outcome"

One day the villagers notice noticed that the mountains were in labour; smoke came out of their summits, the earth was quaking at their feet, tees were crashing and huge rocks were tumbling. They felt sure that something
horrible was going to happen. They all gathered together in one place to see what terrible thing this could be. They waited and they waited, but nothing cane.

At last there was a still more violent earthquake, and, a gap appeared in the side of the mountain. They all fell down upon their knees and waited. At last, and at last, a teeny, tiny mouse poked its little head and bristles out of the gap and came running down towards them, and ever after they used to say; much outcry, little outcome.