Just to explain: The story which isn't quite complete here but getting there, is, the mice are stealing moments and memories. I'm still working on how to write the narrative, but it's kind of like when something happens and you have a really happy memory, but something changes that memory into something not so happy, the memory is stolen from you. Not necessarily the thing or the moment from the past, but they've changed the narrative. The mice are stealing little trinkets and rings and china and other objects from the bird.