I like to picture this atop my next birthday cake, while next to it on the table, a flamboyantly dressed mouse that has been carefully trained plays Chopin on a tiny piano.

I mean, I can dream, can I not? I know it will never happen, because it’s probably really hard to get a mouse – even one trained in classical piano – to sit still for a proper fitting. Still I like to indulge these occasional flights of fancy. I suppose I’ll have to make do with only the candle.

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