Mousehole Tea and Gift Cafe

Clarice and Suzette drank their tea out of silver thimbles at the Mousehole Tea and Gift Cafe. Clarice picked up a cookie and leaned over to whisper into Suzette's ear. "Have you heard that Mary Mouse down on Hobbington Lane has a giant cauldron in her backyard where she brews her potions." Suzette gasped. "Oh my dear no, that's terrible. I don't even let my kidlets play over there."
"Well I don't blame you," said Clarice. "They could get some sort of hexamadoodle."
"I wonder if that's how they got the chicken pox last summer," said Suzette.
"I wouldn't be a bit surprised," said Clarice as she stirred her tea with a cinnamon stick.

And so it begins

Mary Mouse came back from the store with the current issue of Good Mousekeeping in the top of her totebag. She set the groceries on the round table made from a wooden spool that had once held sewing thread and took off her little yellow pumps. She put on her fluffy bunny slippers and hummed a little tune as she put the cold things in the fridge. She had about twenty minutes before Bernice and Scott came home on the schoolbus. She poured herself a cup of licorice tea and sat in her overstuffed chair made from wicker and cottonballs. 'Ah this is the life.'