Coraline the Eyleymo

"She fancied she could hear sweet music on the night air the kind of music that can only be played on the tiniest silver trombones and trumpets and bassoons on piccolos and tubas so delicate and small that their keys could only be pressed by the tiny pink fingers of white mice
As the first stars came out
Coraline finally allowed herself to drift into sleep while the gentle upstairs music of the mouse circus spilled out on to the warm evening air telling the world that the summer was almost over"