As everyone was asleep, Gooseberry crept outside and went to the darkest edge of a forest. He went to the darkest open space and blowing to the night wind.
In an instant, a doe appeared. She was disgustingly anorexic, her fur; dirty gray-black, and her eyes, ghostly blue.
"I understand you got issues with a doe you want?" she croaked.
"Yes, Chillblack," said Gooseberry. "But I have a little … runt issue."
"A girl mouse issue too," said a voice underneath them. Stuart was looking up at them evilly. "My only desire is to be the only mouse who ever lived. But Hannah is ruining my reputation."
"So," said Gooseberry fondly. "There's a change, a mouse wanting to tag with my ambitions."
"You're telling me," said Stuart. "I keep trying to impress her into making her leave the Down but I keep failing and she seems to keep falling in love with me."
"Back to business," said the witch impatiently. "So, what plan can we think of to get this runt you mention of out of your way to be with this charming doe?"
"Something to persuade her to fall out of love with him," said Gooseberry. "You see, Snowflake will only go for anyone peaceful like he is. But what if he wasn't?"
"I suppose I could whip something up for your eagerness to have this Snowflake," smiled Chillblack evilly. She looked up to she sky hissed like a snake and suddenly Vervain appeared.
"At least warn me when you're gong to make me appear some place else," he grumbled.
"Hold your tongue, Vervain," she hissed. "You have an errand to do. You'll do anything to not sass me and obey me. You don't want me turning you back to what you were before you found me."
"No! No!" cowered Vervain. "Anything but that! Anything!"
"Very well," she smiled. She raised her paws up to the night; the leaves of the trees blew ferociously as the beam of the full moon shot down. A white ball grew into the shape of a cabbage until it was a cabbage.
Stuart Little burst into a stupid fit of laughter.
"How will that change anything?!" he laughed, his eyes watering. "Hello, Snowflake. Take this fresh cabbage. 'Oh thank you Goosey-Goosey,' D'AHAHAHAHAHA!
Gooseberry stamped on him to demand silence.
"One bite," instructed Chillbalck, "and Fiver's heart will turn to black. Snowflake will be put off by him and she will be yours."
Gooseberry chuckled coldly.
"And how do you expect Fiver to bite it?" said Vervain. "It's not like he will just accept anything off anyone. He doesn't get on well with."
"That's where you come in, my precious Vervain," smiled Chillblack. "You shall be a hawk and you will give Fiver the cabbage and be kind and gentle. The kinder the more persuasive."
"I love it," snorted Vervain.
"Snowflake shall be mine soon," said Gooseberry, chortling spitefully.