Late that night Dot, and Tot, and Trot, woke up and said, “We wonder why the Curly-Tails did not want us to talk about our mittens?”
Twinkle Toes called out sleepily from Old Uncle Mouser’s red plush-lined basket,
“Little Curly-Tails once wore the mittens
Lost long ago, by Three Little Kittens.”
I don’t know whether he knew what he was talking about or whether he was talking in his sleep.
He lay all curled up in the red, plush-lined basket.
He was dreaming about a pair of Magic Mittens that would always fit and never wear out.
He said, “When will I get my Magic Mittens?”