18-CAT FOOD

CAT FOOD Thea and Pinky came running toward us. "Wow, BOSS, I was sure you were CAT food!" Pinky cried. Ugh. There was that word again. Why did everyone like to torture me? Thea held up her camera. "What a fur-raising escape, Geronimo! I've got it all on film!" she squeaked excitedly. "This could get me the prize for the year's most spectacular picture! Ahem, which reminds me, I am glad you made it." I smiled My sister likes to act cool, but I know she loves me deep down. Trap walked toward me, limping on his

one boot. "Those were expensive boots, Germeister," he announced. "Couldn't you have yanked a little harder?" Then he punched me in the arm. Hard. I tried not to wince. After all, I knew it was his way of saying thanks. He rubbed his belly. "That little experience made me hungry," he squeaked. "How about we get some cheddar ice cream to celebrate our survival?" We headed toward the ice cream vending machine. Meanwhile, Thea and Pinky were deep in conversation. "I wonder who was driving that train," Pinky said. "I don't believe in GHOSTS," I heard Thea whisper. "Me, neither," Pinky agreed. A shiver ran up my tail. Was there really a

ghost HAUNTING the subway? I must admit, I was pretty spooked out. Just the thought of it made me want to jump out of my fur! I am not a brave mouse. In fact, my sister, Thea, says I'm the biggest 'fraidy mouse she knows!

At the vending machine, I spotted something shiny on the floor. I picked it up. It was an antique silver ring shaped like a slice of cheese. Carved on the outside were the initials P.V.