Dormouse Bliss Glass Cloche

Under the ears of corn, the Dormouse was not asleep, he was merely resting his eyes. The cocoa mug is empty,  the water is wonderfully warm. This was sheer bliss.
Later, when the bath has cooled, he will wrap himself up in a fluffy towel and scurry as fast as his short legs will go along the chilly passages to his warm nest. There he will sleep the kind of sleep that can only be attained by the squeaky clean Dormouse.