I like to put a little, a little wood in the chimney... watch the sparks light, and the warm fire roar into life.

OH! You know I said the other night that i'd heard what sounded like Mouse falling down the stairs without leaving Lucinda's room? It turned out she saw a mouse, and spent all night chasing it noisily around the room. When Lucinda woke up she found a very proud looking cat guarding her bookcase, and behind it found a very tired but unharmed mouse! So she and Nicole (under the cat's supervision) caught the mouse with some paper and a jam jar, and all three of them barged into my room and woke me up to proudly show me the mouse they'd caught. It was like having three cats in my room waiting to be stroked and praised.

It's from the medieval Scottish ballad i'm reading. The King and his followers are wandering through a wild lonely moor, when a fearsome storm blows down from the murky mountains into the dale, leaving them all scattered, and the King lost in the wilderness.