Once there was a little mouse
...the little mouse closed its little eyes in its little eye-sockets. It curled up on its little bed with a little blanket in a little room all by its little self. Dancing in its little dreams were little flowers with little petals made of little grains of sugar. Little peacocks licked their little lips and danced in wee little circles around the little flowers. Amazingly little happened to the little mouse as it closed its little eyes resting its little head on the little pillow made of little fluff. Little and wee we will be...
I am tired. And more to do. More to do.