“There was once a little sugar mouse who went out in the rain, and of course he dissolved and the only thing which was left was a short piece of string that had been his tail.”
I am surprised that this childhood story by Enid Blyton did not traumatise me, but it firmly embedded itself in my memory and resurfaced last week when I went to the Hope and Greenwood Christmas show and was given a box of sugar mice.
I reflected that the poor old sugar mouse and his friends would not last long this summer, the streets would be littered with little pieces of string… It was such a sad image I could barely think about it. Then inspiration struck – give the little sugar mice umbrellas – then they could go on outings and picnics anywhere they wanted.
They tested their new umbrellas at home and then gingerly ventured out, firstly to the end of the street and then further afield to a picnic in the countryside. They stayed warm and dry and lived happily ever after.