The very tiny mousebabe's paw shot up as he piped out, Pleeze, Farver H'Abbit, can us stay up late to look for doors'n'keys pleeze? Glisam sat watching the tiny mousebabe, scrambling up onto his lap. No, I'm afraid you can't, little one. The Abbot rubbed his eyes wearily, knowing what was coming as the mousebabe stuck out his lower lip. But why, Farver? Because you have to go to bed. But why, Farver? Because you're only a babe, and you need your sleep. But why, Farver? So you can grow up big and strong. But why, Farver?
by Brian Jacques
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The tiny mousebabe eagerly asked the Abbot if he could stay up late to search for doors and keys. Glisam, the Abbot, watched as the mousebabe climbed onto his lap, already foreseeing the repetitive questions to come. The mousebabe's innocent curiosity persisted, sticking out his lip in disappointment.

Glisam explained that the mousebabe could not stay up because he needed sleep to grow strong and healthy. Each response from the Abbot was met with another "why," reflecting the child's desire for understanding. This interaction highlights the tender exchange between them and the innocence of childhood curiosity.

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