Mulberry Mouse sits in her cottage, warmed by the gentle fire dancing in the hearth.
Heavy with spices and the aroma of dried herbs, the atmosphere of her sanctuary contrasts the cold winter winds blowing above.
In one paw she holds a cup of tea, from which she sips absent-mindedly. Her Bambi eyes shine in the low light, pools of liquid amber and honey.
She does not worry, she does not quiver, as so many a’mouse have before her. She is safe, she is content, she is serene...