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Jack, Sylvia, and Dame Lorelai jump at the sound of a heavy fist beating on the door, and Maigret and the mouselings stop their chewing for just a moment.
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Meanwhile, Maigret and the little ones seize the opportunity offered by a confusing switch to alliance between feline Sylvia and daring mouse Jack, and the flickering arrival and resizing of Wynken, Blynkin, and Nod, as well as the rolling arrival of the wheel of cheese just outside their mousehole; they had to help their father to fetch the family feast, and so began to gnaw at the rind and tear out tiny sections for their dinner.
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Part 4
A wheel of cheese will always roll faster than a flat-bottomed bowl heavy with creamed herring, especially if the herring’s path is blocked by a platter heaped with cold sausages and a basket of heavy brown bread.
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For Part 1 of this fractaled fairy tale, please click <here>.
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Jack froze in fear and his brain began to churn out escape plans that included getting food for his mouse family, even as Sylvia hunched down, whiskers alert, shoulders hunched, hind end readying itself to pounce.
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His hands are tiny, true enough, but they’re as long and strong as needed to get the job done; it’s just past midnight, and Sylvia would be fast asleep and curled snug against Lorelai’s backside, thus no one to foil his plan.
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Early September AM
I yawn and stretch, displacing the kitty wedged against my hip;
He’s clever enough to patiently pad a circle as I settle,
Draping himself over the valley of my belly when I finally lie on my side.
I’d left the shades open
When the first wave of rain blew through,
Reconsidering that the open window would fail to balance the lingering humidity.
I long for the freedom of cooler air, a lower dewpoint.
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Months had passed since her last scry with each of the sisters, but Esme’s lungs were healing thanks to her herbal steam treatments and her sisters’ spell-casting from their various existences in time and place; she hadn’t had to ask them for help because they’d seen her drawn face and heard the shallow and extra-husky tones in her voice and acted accordingly.
Hoping her huskier voice would persist to further convince the Red King she was the perfect woman to raise his daughter and warm his bed, she worried about how she would succeed; there was a lot of Universal stability riding on this next mission.
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