Kit ties a lavender silk blindfold over the mouse's eyes. The mouse smells lavender and blinks behind the fabric. Kit marches toward the garden path, his boots clicking on the stones.
They march into the meadow where grass whispers against Kit's polished shoes. The mouse trips on a root but Kit pulls him up and chants, 'Step, step, tip-toe!' The mouse feels the warm sun through the blindfold.
Kit guides the mouse under a low stone wall into a narrow tunnel. The air smells of damp earth and old leaves. Kit hums a merry tune, but his grip loosens as the tunnel twists.
At the tunnel's end, the ground drops away. Kit lets go of the mouse's paw for just a second — the mouse tumbles into the dark. Kit whispers, 'Step, step, tip-toe' but the words vanish in the black.
The mouse falls into the dark. Wind rushes past his ears. He hears the river far below. The world goes black.
The mouse opens his eyes to sunlight streaming through a window. He lies on a soft mat of woven grass, and a single orange fur is caught in the fibers. He yawns.
The mouse stretches and his whiskers brush the orange fur in the mat. He thinks... then curls into a sleepy ball.
The mouse curls into a sleepy ball. The sun warms the woven mat. Far away, grass whispers in the wind.