This time I flipped through the book and stopped at a random page. And that was page 97.
Cinders had turned two mice into horses, but only one had turned back into a mouse. The other stood in front of her, still very much a horse, but with shiny whiskers and a long pink tail.
“Oh,” Cinders said.
“Squeak,” replied the horse-mouse.
Hello all, throws around heart-shaped candies