When my niece Stella was young
her pet mouse Marshmallow
spent the days looking out
from its glass house
at vaulted crown molding,
floor-to-ceiling windows
and an ocean of leafy plants
in the family’s Brooklyn brownstone.
What more could a mouse want?
But,
one day
returning from a trip
to the seashore
Stella shouted excitedly
from her room,
“Marshmallow has a friend!”
There
in the terrarium
sat snowy white Marshmallow
with a brown Brooklyn house mouse.
My sister’s heart sank…
how many mice
did they have in their future?
How she wished
she could tell a boy mouse
from a girl mouse.
A Reading Life 
What a great description of Marshmallow’s existence – and a fun ending that makes the reader wonder, “What next?”
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I want more Marshmallow and Brooklyn Mouse stories. I see a picture book in your future!! I can picture Marshmallow’s stately house perfectly.
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Yes! Let’s write a picture book!
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I loved seeing Brooklyn through the eyes of Marshmallow! So well done. And the surprise romantic ending lol. Really fun.
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