"I will have the colourful parrot soup", the lady said, "with extra beaky bits." "And I", said her husband, "will have mouse noses on toast." The waiter flipped open his notebook and wrote this down. 'Would that be with whiskers, Sir, or without?" Hiding on the restaurant table, Paul Mouse's world has just turned upside down. Surely the man is making a joke? Isn't mouse noses on toast just a big myth?
"Odd, But Then Again, So is Our Child"