06-FABUMOUSE FUNERALS

FABUMOUSE FUNERALS I jotted down the address of Pinky's friend Creepella. Then Benjamin and I jumped in a taxi. Soon we arrived at 33 DARK GRAVE DRIVE. This place was dark and spooky, And it was right next to a cemetery. What a scary place to live! All of those dead mice buried right next door. I wondered if Creepella ever had any ghostly visitors. But there was no time to think about it now. Our taxi pulled up to the house. That's when I noticed a sign on the front lawn. B. von CACKLEFUR Fabumousc Funcralg for the Remarkable Rodent Group Discounts Available

A hearse was parked in the driveway. Confused, I checked the address. Yes, this was the right place. Could Pinky's friend really live in a funeral parlor? I rang the bell. A VERY THIN mouse all dressed in black came to the door. "Good morning," he croaked in a deep voice. "I am Boris Von Cacklefur. Which one of you is dead? Ha-ha-ha, just a joke," he cackled. "Do you need to look at some coffins? I've got a splendid yellow one just in. It looks just like a piece of Swiss. It

even has holes. Not that your mouse will be needing them. Hee-hee- hee..." I held up my paw to make him stop. His jokes made me want to run squeaking from the house. "Actually, we're here to see Creepella von Cacklefur." I explained. He looked disappointed. "Oh, so you're not customers; too bad," he murmured. Then he winked. "Still, you will be one day!" he chuckled. I grew pale. All of this talk about coffins and

death was making my fur crawl. Boris didn't seem to notice. "Let me get my daughter for you," he went on. "Creepella! You have visitors!" he shouted into an intercom. We started down a hallway, but Boris stopped us. "Not that way!" he called. "That is the way to the morgue. Sorry I can't take you there myself. But I have a customer waiting. Luckily, he's not in a hurry. In fact, he's not even breathing. Ha-ha-ha!" He opened the door and pointed to a path. It wound around through the cemetery. My fur stood on end. Oh, what was I doing in this awful place? My heart was beating like a drum at a Rockin' Rats concert. I wanted to run home

with my tail between my paws. But I couldn't. What would my little nephew think? I had to show him I was brave. Or at least that I wasn't a total 'fraidy mouse. I headed down the path with Benjamin at my side. It was so quiet. So deathly quiet. Just then, Boris's voice broke the silence. "Hey, I'll give you a discount on that yellow coffin!" he called to us. "It's very comfortable. And super-fashionable. I'm telling you, a smart mouse would die to be buried in it! Ha-ha-ha!"