The Witches - Roald Dahl

The two of us remained silent in front of the fir for a long time after that, thinking about these wonderful things.

'My darling,' she said at last, 'are you sure you don't mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?'

'I don't mind at all,' I said, 'It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like so long as somebody loves you.'