07-RATBURY RATBALLS!

RATBURY RATBALLS! I went up to him. "Anything I can do to help?" I asked. The driver stared up at me. "I'm a dead rat," he SOBBED. "I was supposed to deliver ten thousand Ratbury Ratballs to the mayor's mansion for the big Christmas banquet tonight. But I had to STOP SHORT to avoid an accident, and now the Ratballs are all over the road. I'll be fired for sure!" Tears rolled down his fur. He hung his head in despair. "What a sad, sad Christmas," he bawled. "I have five ratlings to feed at home. I need this job to pay the bills." I sat down by his side. Just thinking

about those poor hungry ratlings made me want to cry, too. I stared down at the Ratbury Ratball in my paw. It was splashed with mud and snow. Carefully, I wiped it clean with the sleeve of my jacket. The golden foil shone just like new. That gave me a great idea!