A Proper Cheeky Eyeglass

Oi! Slinking back inside from sniffing that rosemary, my mince pies clocked a polished brass magnifying glass left resting flat on a stack of glossy magazines. Prime detective kit, innit! I hooked both stubby paws round the heavy turned-handle, gave an almighty heave, and dragged the big glass circle upright against a thick encyclopaedia spine. Then I squatted down low on the patterned rug, shoved my wide snout right against the glass, and peered clean through at the dark room. Cor, stone me, my snout looked twice as massive as a prize melon in the reflection! Proper goofy monster waiting for you to walk in!