Mieow’s own passion was the , a spiral slide ending in a cushion pile where she told tales using a WhisperWhale Candle (a magical candle that echoed her words). Children from across the valley came just to hear her stories, which always ended with the line, “And the Rustle in your heart will always find the way home.” The Grand Mieow Birthday When Mieow turned five, the village threw her the Festival of Rustle , a week-long bash of puppet parades, puppet-puppet duels, and a midnight feast where the cake was made of edible glitter. Her crown, crafted by the village’s elder, was a Dewdrop Tiara that shimmered with her dreams.