There was a puppet stand, and a woman dressed head to toe – or tail – as a mouse.
The mouse nodded, for I did not see it at first, hidden slightly behind a make-shift puppet stand.
The stand held masks and puppets and mysterious objects that were surely laden with charms or curses or spells.
Backing away, and sensing danger or trouble, I moved into the sunnier and safer section of the Garden.
On that day, I would not be tricked by magic or enchantment.
On that day, I would not fall.
