From that night on, Oliver and Saskia became the best of friends.

Every evening, Oliver would visit the mice village, bringing with him little gifts like bits of yarn for the mice to play with or pieces of cheese he had saved from his dinner.

In return, the mice shared their stories, songs, and laughter with him.

One sunny morning, as Oliver was making his way to the oak tree, he noticed a commotion in the mice village.

The mice were scurrying around, their tiny faces filled with worry. “What’s wrong?” Oliver asked, his heart pounding with concern.

Saskia rushed to him, her eyes wide with fear. “Oliver, we need your help,” she said urgently. “A group of rats has invaded our village.

They are bigger and stronger than us, and we don’t know how to protect ourselves.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Oliver sprang into action. He followed Saskia to the village, where he saw the rats causing havoc.

They were knocking over houses and stealing food, their beady eyes gleaming with malice.

Oliver stepped forward, his fur bristling with determination. “Leave this village at once,” he commanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

The rats laughed, underestimating the caramel-colored cat. “And what will you do if we don’t?” one of them sneered.

With a swift and graceful movement, Oliver swiped his paw at the closest rat, sending it tumbling backward.

The other rats, seeing their companion defeated, quickly realized they were no match for the brave cat.

With a series of angry squeaks, they fled the village, disappearing into the shadows.

The mice cheered, their tiny voices ringing with joy. “Hooray for Oliver! Our hero!” they shouted, dancing around him in circles.