chapter four

"We can go see the bean" said the mouse. "But I am a little cold. This breezy windy breeze is making my tail stand on end." And then the parrot turned himself around, and plucked the longest, bluest feather from his tail. He wrapped it around the mouse like a little shawl. "There," he said, "now you will be a little warmer. Also, now you look far better suited to go to the opera." "To the opera?" the mouse asked. "Yes, I wanted to surprise you" said parrot. "I bought two tickets for Don Giovanni tonight. Would you like to go?" And then the little mouse began to shed crocodile tears. There was a little Don Giovanni in both of them.