One morning, I came downstairs and noticed a familiar marine-blue, but very strange fluff frothing out of the gerbil cage... Oh, no... it's my new school jumper that Granny knitted - nibbled into a million tiny curls in just one night - and let me see - they've laid 1,2,3,4...8 babies in it. I put a piece of wood over the cage to hide the evidence until the babies were reared. No one seemed to notice.
(memory book painting)