Ollie, Pip, and the Light That Wouldn’t Sleep The sky over Willow Patch had turned the color of warm milk. That meant one thing. “Bedtime,” Mama Mouse said gently. Pip flopped onto the rug. “Already?” “Yes,” she smiled. “The moon is up.” Pip peeked out the window. The moon winked back. He sighed and shuffled…

Ollie, Pip, and the Door That Wouldn’t Decide The afternoon at Willow Patch felt lazy and slow. That was Pip’s favorite kind of afternoon. He lay on his back in the grass, staring up at the clouds. “That one looks like a sandwich,” he said. Ollie, sitting nearby with a book resting on his lap,…