The ten candles were reassembled on the remaining sector of cake, and Martin, feeling very self-conscious, stood by while they were relit. His guests were pushed forward.
"All ready? Blow!"
There was a loud puffing. Bunny's blast, a little too late, blew a fragrant waver of smoke into his face.
"Did you wish?"
"Yes," said Martin, "I"
"You mustn't tell it! If you tell, it won't come true."
But he hadn't wished, yet. He wanted to wait a moment, to get it just right. As the children turned away, trooping toward the door, Martin made one hasty movement that no one saw. With a quick slice of the sharp cake-knife he cut off the tail of the plush mouse. Now it would always serve to remind him of the tailless mice in the room that was no longer a nursery. Then, with the snuff of smoking candles still in his nose, he wished.
