This is how my mornings begin.
On waking, little Thom Thumb climbs out of his matchbox, strikes a match, and burns down the whole neighbourhood.
When the fire engines arrives, he is prepared.
He has lured three blind mice and a drunken Little Miss Moppet to the scorched remains. And in Moppet’s hand, he has gently placed the smoking match.
The rest is a fairy tale better left to adults.