The mouse is Dreary, and the mouse makes things out of felt, eats fruit, hoards cash, haunts book shops, sips tea, wears patterned socks, listens to Enya, covets shiny things, E-mails the world, thinks about elves and fairies and gnomes, writes poetry, reads children's classics, wants crafty books, makes granola, adores plushies, collects stickers, dreams about what might have been, hates the taste of fresh tomatos, loves dried cherries, eats lots of celery, scurries around, does nothing, does much, blinks at you in the long, lonely dark.