“The field mice spent their days scampering through the tall grasses and collecting fairy berries and beanstalk seeds. The stable mice helped themselves to oats and barley from the horse stalls and built nests of straw from the Pegasus pen. The barn mice sat on the rafters, playing their fiddles and enjoying the grains they'd snatched from the golden goose's coop. The pantry mice were the happiest of all because they spent their days sleeping and their nights gorging on a plentiful supply of delicacies. They were the plumpest of mice, roll-poly critters who slumbered in the pantry during the day, then awoke after the kitchen had closed. A lazy waddle beneath the Castleteria tables would yield a cornucopia of delights- throne cake crumbs, hot cross bun bits, and pieces of pickled-plum tart.”