First, I would like to point out that whatever Margaret says, the title page and the cover say the Magic Mouse, and it is NOT MY FAULT that the author refers to it as the Magical Mouse throughout the text. I just read the words as they are written.
Anyway, this summer, Margaret discovered one of the books that children that have been in my mother's care adore, if they know what is good for them. None of them have ever dared not to adore it, so I don't know what would happen to them, but chances are it would be swift and terrible.
Margaret, luckily, did like the book.
And she liked it so much that she went to sleep with the copy that we all loved to bits as children.
Ellie, not being of an age to be sent to bed with books, hooked her feet through the bars in a gesture of protest.