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little tommy tittlemouse

lived in a little house

and caught fishes

in other men's ditches

"Nursery Lane.." Booth pulled over and parked, staring at the street curiously.

"It looks like any other street." Brennan announced.

"Wait." Booth put his hand on her arm to stop her from climbing out of the car. "Does that house look kind of like a shoe to you?" He pointed down the street about halfway.

Brennan squinted. "The one with all the children?"

"Yeah."

She made a face. "Sort of, I guess."

Booth smiled. "And that one over there..It's orange."

Brennan nodded. "Yes, with a green roof, how distinctive. Angela would like it."

Booth snorted with laughter, thinking Angela would like it very much. Especially if Peter Pumkin-eater lived there.

Brennan looked at him. "Can we get out now? This is it, right?" She pointed to the house they were parked in front of, a pretty cottage with a garden for a front yard.

"I see Cockleshells, and Silver Bells, and Pretty maids in row, this has GOT to be it." He chortled.

Brennan frowned. "Pretty Maids?"

"Meadow Saxifrage Bones.. It's a type of flower."

"Oh. So we can get out?"

Booth composed himself. "Yes."

They got out and locked the SUV then walked up the path to the house.

The door opened as soon as they knocked.

"Mary Contrary?" Booth asked politely, staring at the woman who stood pouting in front of them.

"You're here about Peter, aren't you?"

"Peter Piper." Brennan clarified.

"I don't know what to tell you. We had a fight, he left. I haven't seen him since." She shook her head.

"Is your husband around?" Booth asked.

"Georgie? We're separated. I thought he could stop, but I caught him kissing that Muffet woman, and then heard about Lucy Locket and Kitty Fisher." She frowned deeply. "Looking for the locket my butt!"

Booth smiled charmingly. "Could you tell me what you and Peter argued about? And where we might find your separated husband?"

The frown dissolved under the power of Booth's smile, and she smiled back, a dimple appearing in her cheek.

Brennan felt immediate dislike for her.

"We argued about Willie Winky. He runs down the street every night at eight, and then stops in for a glass of milk after. Peter didn't like it, because he runs in his nightgown, and he felt that was inappropriate."

"Wee Willie Winky?" Booth smiled some more.

"Yes." Mary giggled. "Only he's really not, you know. He's actually quite impressive."

Booth coughed. "And your husband?"

"Oh he's average."

Brennan smiled. "But where can we find him?"

"He's been staying at Tommy Tittlemouse's."

"Right." Booth stepped away from the door. "And that is?"

"At the end of the lane, a little house, next to Doctor Fells ditch. They're probably fishing in it."