Back at the cottage, Olivia was humming and lighting all eighteen candles on the cake, which was too tall, very crooked, and, of course, runny. She carefully lit each candle by breathing a puff of fire on them. "There! Whoop!" she said, quite satisfied, after she blew out the fire. Then she noticed the cake was starting to run and held it up with a broom. She turned to Mrs. Brisby and asked, "Well, what do you think of it?" "Of course, dear. What do you think of the dress?" Mrs. Brisby asked nervously. Olivia nodded. "Mm-hmm, I think so. What do you think, Tanya?" Tanya began, "While I..."