Every time I see these mice at the bridge, I imagine that that one day they were scuttling away and a magician threw some star dust on them and they froze like this! What could the story be? Was there a lovely but poor maiden who had these mice as friends and one day the evil magician came and took her away or was there a town troubled by the mice and the magician was called to get rid of them? Was there a prince and his loyal friend who were turned to mice by the magician to take over the kingdom or were there two conspirators who wanted to capture the kingdom and the king’s wizard friend came along just in time? The magic is in the possibilities – isn’t it?
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