Category: Wantmore

Wantmore shaved some slivers for himself and some extra for any potential guests, this as it was known amongst the non-mice – Christmas Eve.

“To my dear nephew Wantmore love from Auntie Miniver, Christmastime at Kemmelberry”.

There were always more things. Some here and some there, with other things just around the corner. ..Too much of too much is too much and too much of a thing is too much stuff.

Cheesetwist was used to Munchabit and his ways. Always prepared she carried encouragements and promises of what might be found on the other side. It steadied Munchabit who needed much steadiness.

At Christmas each year, the non-mice family returned to the low gables of the attic in search of tree and ornaments. It was a noisy time. Wantmore watched and waited…soon there would be green, red and blue glowing crystal lights – crumbs of cakes and cheeses, sugary things and goodness to chew.