Naturally the restaurant menu did not include suitable items like Poached Mouse or Sauteed Chipmunk. So I was forced to eat large amounts of Quiche Lorraine, Croissants, Saucisse de Toulouse, Beignets, and Chocolate Mousse (not MOUSE, you notice). No wonder I began to feel...rather unwell. As soon as we had returned home, I made a hasty visit to the garden. Dosed myself with a talon-full of parsley.
A long nap helped. By evening I was feeling more myself---just in time to be dragged to the NEXT celebration. Which was observing Miss Creative as she opened presents. Mountains of them. Well, maybe four of them. Followed by another celebration---more eating.
And then a butterscotch pie with candles. (Lighted candles, that is. Very peculiar.)
I did manage to eat a few pieces of the butterscotch pie. (Didn't want to be rude.) And drank several glasses of the elderberry punch, though it wasn't all that good.
Now the day's over...and I've finally been left in peace. I'll take a few flaps through the treetops. Then it's time for sleep. Til my next post...