I walked into the dining room and there was Flower Mouse -- trying to figure out how to get dirt from outside into her planters so that she could grow some flowers.
Can you believe it that she took one of my antique silver spoons, my tin sprinkler pan and my copper 'basket' and then expects me to fill them with dirt?
Well of course I told her no - that if she really wanted flowers she could scamper outside anytime she wanted to. Thereupon she turned her back to me and hasn't spoken to me since.
"Oh the summer roses, perfect for wearing a hat." - from Stuart Little
