03-ANYONE FOR GOLF？

ANYONE FOR GOLF? At that moment, I noticed a fax coming in. It was a press bulletin. "Inspector Clue Rat closes the subway for safety reasons!" it screamed. Thea twirled her tail. "I just have to know more!" she cried. She picked up the phone and began calling all of her big- shot friends: the mayor of New Mouse City; the chief of police; the city's top cheese inspector; the world's most famouse detective, Hercule Poirat... She put down the receiver, looking disappointed. "Rats! This is just un- be-liev-a-ble! No one

will tell me anything about the subway case!" she complained. By now, it was already late afternoon. Suddenly, an idea hit me. "Did I tell you that I've taken up golf again?" I said. My sister put her paws on her hips. "Geronimo, I'm talking about a huge scoop," she grumbled, "and you're talking about golf. You are so foolish! You are so thick! You are such a cheesehead!" I rolled my eyes. Why did my sister love to pick on me? I was a good mouse. I never hurt anyone. Well, there was that one time when I accidentally ran over Uncle Nibbles's tail

with my car. But that's another story.... "For your information, Thea," I said, "I happen to have just met Birdie Whiskers down at the golf club." My sister raised her eyebrows. I could tell she was impressed. That's because Birdie Whiskers was always in the news. He was a championship golfer. And besides winning tournaments, he also was the head of the entire subway system. I picked up the phone and called Birdie. I congratulated him on his latest game. Then I asked him about the mystery in the subway. Unfortunately, not even Birdie could talk to me. The investigation was top-secret. I hung up with a deep sigh. Suddenly, my cousin Trap barreled through the door. Of course, he didn't

bother to knock. I don't think he even knows how. Yes, that cousin of mine is one pushy mouse. In fact, his nickname is Pushy Paws. I stared at him now. He was loaded down with shopping bags. "Have you heard the news? I am going to open my own bagel place!" he shrieked. "I'm going to call it BIG BELLY BAGELS FOR BIG-BELLIED RODENTS.