The cat came every evening, and the milk was gone every morning. She supposed it was the cat who drank it, though her Irish grandmother, Mama Deidre, for whom she was named, used to leave a dish of milk for the fairies every night.
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As will happen in cramped quarters, the passengers on the Ark began to get on one another’s nerves.
The mice and rats, in particular, had no respect for anyone else’s personal space. They were into everything. Cute as their bright little eyes and pink little paws might be, their nibbling and skittering annoyed everyone. Worst of all, they multiplied.
The landlords at the inns were always glad to sell them some feed for Lumpkin – at inflated prices, of course. The taverners were always glad to sell them food and drink, or to give them others’ leftovers in exchange for a bit of free entertainment for the other diners.
No respect, though. Not from anybody.