My love for Beatrix Potter has been ever expanding since I have had
children, and as each child grows I delight rereading the little books
out loud. There is something so beautiful and timeless in the stories
Potter tells of the personified animals. And while I really enjoyed this
essay on
Squirrel Nutkin, my life lately has been much like that of Mrs. Tittlemouse in
The Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse.
“Mrs. Tittlemouse was a most terribly tidy particular little mouse, always sweeping and dusting the soft sandy floors.
Sometimes a beetle lost its way in the passages.
‘Shuh! shuh! little dirty feet!’ said Mrs. Tittlemouse, clattering her dustpan.“(p. 12)
Mrs. Tittlemouse lives in a funny little house “all amongst the roots
of the hedge.” When spring really sets in, she starts to find unwelcome
visitors of the insect and arachnid varieties in every nook and cranny.
She sends the intruding old lady in a “red spotty cloak” back home to
her children....
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