21-POOR TRAP!

POOR TRAP! "Poor Uncle Trap!" sobbed Benjamin. "Poor Cousin. We won't even be able to visit his grave," murmured Thea, wiping away a tear. "He was such a great mouse. Do you remember when he saved your life at sea, Uncle?" cried Benjamin. Even I felt terrible. "How could I ever forget?" I moaned. "Trap saved my life not once, but twice. The first time at sea and the second time from the quicksand. He was so courageous!"

Then Thea added softly, "Well, let's be honest, sometimes he could be a bit of a pain." Benjamin jumped right in. "Actually, now that I think about it, poor Uncle Trap could be pretty annoying." I stood up and dusted the dirt off my paws. "In fact, I think he was totally obnoxious at times!" "A PAIN? ANNOYING? OBNOXIOUS?" a voice called out from the hole. We peered into the deep pit. Trap was hanging by his pants from a tree root. "Hang on, Trap! we are Coming to the rescue!" I called. We lifted him out in no time. Trap looked a little pale. Still, he sounded just as irritating as ever.

"You know, I heard all the bad things you said about me," he said. Then he smiled. "But I guess you said some nice things, too. Especially you, Gerrymug. In fact, Geronimiss, I could give you a kiss! Hey, that's pretty good," he giggled. Hee! Hee! I groaned. Why, oh, why had we pulled him out of that hole!