Digory Dog closed the door of his tumble-down house behind him and sat down in his favourite chair.
‘Thank goodness that’s all over,’ he sighed.
‘It was quite an adventure,’ squeaked Mousemouse. ‘Let’s do it again!’
‘Oh, Mousemouse,’ Digory Dog laughed. ‘You always want more excitement, don’t you?’
‘More more more!’ said Mousemouse, waving his little paws in the air. ‘More adventures! More mysteries! More fun! I’ve got to have more! More!’ He was shaking now, his little eyes wide and slightly bloodshot.
‘Mousemouse!’ Digory Dog said sharply. ‘Stop it!’ There was an awkward silence. ‘Look,’ said Digory. ‘I think it’s time you admitted you have a problem. This is getting out of hand.’
‘I just love adventure,’ said Mousemouse quietly.
‘It’s an addiction and you need to seek help,’ said Digory Dog. ‘You’re not just hurting yourself, you’re hurting those around you.’
‘I know,’ whispered Mousemouse, covering his face with his paws. ‘I know.’ He was crying now, tiny mouse tears of remorse splashing onto the floor beneath him.
‘Come here,’ said Digory, hugging Mousemouse to him. ‘It’s going to be okay. You’ve taken an important first step.’