Today is Thursday.

Despereaux was too small to push the spool which was as the same weight as his too far. He took a rest in the kitchen and found the cook was making soup, which was against the law of king in the castle for the Queen had died for soup. He had to sneak past the mouse-hating cook to the door of dungeon as soon as possible. The daylight would dawn. There would be no chance for a mouse pushing a spool not being found in the castle in the daylight. So screwing his courage to the sticking place, Despereaux leaned against the spool of thread and set it rolling across the floor. Just before he get to the door, a small wonderful something happened. A midnight breeze entered the kitchen and danced over to the stove and picked up the scent of the soup and swirled across the floor and delivered the smell right directly to the mouse's nose. He sniffed and sniffed. It was the most delicious soup in the world. Despereaux, feeling emboldened by the smell, set to work with the spool again.