Madame Mouse is more fortunate than I, that she is given a decree more easier sung than spoken for her lot.
Where there is sugar, there is bound to be ants,
No.
Rebuke should have a grain more of salt than sugar,
No.
Even sugar itself may spoil a good dish.
No.
How unfortunate I am, to have to say this in plain words. Perhaps we may go with thine neighbor.
Go forth, and you may prefer to do this sober, and find thine neighbor. The one that you loathe with every fiber in your being, the one with whom you have been at odds with, the one you call enemy.
Borrow a cup of sugar. ♥