There are certain creatures that seem destined for attic rafters, forgotten trunks, and the quiet corners of old houses.
Aunt Matilda was rather fond of mice.
Not the troublesome sort, mind you, but the soft little wanderers one imagines tucked inside the sleeve of an overcoat or sleeping beside a stack of weathered books aboard an airship crossing the Channel.
These plush companions measure roughly 7 inches long and come in either soft gray or winter white. Small enough to perch upon a shelf, disappear into a travel bag, or accompany a young explorer on their next expedition.
Quiet creatures. Excellent listeners.
One suspects they become attached to their owners rather quickly.
