Sometimes the mountain you must climb is small. You have a few stumbling blocks to conquer before you can get your Red Thing, or your string, or your porcupine ball.
And sometimes the mountain you must climb is not metaphorical and is in fact a Mommy.
|Mommy sleeps... I watch over her. Stay away bad dreams!|
May the catnip always be plentiful and the string never fray,
~ Brooch Czarina