One day a mouse called to me from his curly nest: “How do you sleep? I love curliness.” “Well, I like to be stretched out—I like the bones to be All lined up. I like to see my toes way off over there.” “I suppose that’s one way,” he said, “but I don’t like it. The planets don’t act that way—nor the Milky Way.” What could I say? You know you’re near the end Of the century when a sleepy mouse brings in the Milky Way.