In the hidden valleys between dandelion hills and under the glow of firefly lanterns lies Whimblewick, a secret haven where tiny creatures live in harmony. The streets are paved with polished acorns, and every house is carved from hollowed-out mushrooms, lined with mossy quilts and sunflower curtains. By day, the mice tend to their rose-petal bakeries, thimble-sized libraries, and button shops. By night, the chandeliers of the Great Oak Ballroom sparkle with captured moonlight, where mice, rabbi