“ The world was all magic, and he had a special bottle of it in his right hand. ”
Oh, Life, I am yours. Whatever it is you want of me, I am ready to give.
~ William Steig
He was able to love them again, but he loved them now in a wiser way, knowing their weakness.
Why had he wanted to be rich, or to feel rich? Was he an unhappy mouse before? Didn't he see the King himself often looking sad? Was anyone completely happy?
The stubbornness of his character stood him now in good stead. He refused to consider himself defeated.
