Dear Miss Blue,

Mice supping amid the cheese and wine, sharing the dried bits and pieces with the Intruder - possible relative of the long ago Pied Piper of Hamelin, who rid the village of its rats and mice only to be chased out of town when the Mayor refused him the payment that had been agreed upon. And so the Pied Piper, in sly and cruel retaliation, piped so that the little village children followed him, clapping their hands to the Pied Piper's enchanting beat on their way to the promised land, then disappearing inside a giant door in the side of a mountain, never to be seen or heard of again. The Intruder and the Pied Piper. Foul Play all around, I would say.

Pearl