16-WHAT'S BURNING？

WHAT'S BURNING? At the corner, I stopped a rodent walking by. "Pardon me, do you know WHAT'S on FIRE?" I asked. The rodent nodded. "I heard that it's a publisher's home," he said. I scratched my head. I didn't know there was another publisher living on Mouseford Lane. I thought I was the only one. Before I could ask any more questions, the rodent continued, "Yes, it seems that the mouse left a Christmas candle burning," he added. "What a cheesebrain!" Just then, an AWFUL thought hit me. I gulped. Mouseford Lane? A publisher? A Christmas candle? Cheese niblets! It was my

very own home! I elbowed my way through the crowd, followed by Benjamin. "Make way! Make way! My HOUSE is on fire!" I shrieked. I finally reached 8 Mouseford Lane. But it was too late. My lovely home was going up in smoke! What a dreadful Christmas Eve!