11-STILTON HIMSELF？

STILTON HIMSELF? I stopped. I wanted to go back to the camper. But now I had no idea where I was. I started running down a path. It had to lead somewhere, right? I RAN AND RAN AND RAN... until I tripped again. Did I mention I'm a bit of a klutz? My snout banged into the ground. Youch! I sat up in a daze. That's when I saw him. A furry rodent staring down at me. "Grandfather?" I mumbled. "How did you find me? Where's the camper?" The other rodent flashed a blinding light in my eyes. "Grandfather?" he repeated. He sounded confused.

I STOOD UP. No, this wasn't my cranky granddad. It was a STRANGER. He had a big square head, a square snout, and square shoulders. Even his tail looked square. How odd. "Who are you? What do you want?" he squeaked warily. I told him my whole tale. About Grandfather William, the supercamper, and getting lost. I left out the part about me running from my shadow. I didn't want him to make fun of me. After all, we had just met. Then I told him my name, Geronimo Stilton. "Stilton!" he exclaimed. "Geronimo Stilton, the famouse writer? I have read all of your books!" He shook my paw, excitedly. "My name is Sylvester Squaretail," he

announced. "May I have your autograph? with my name, too?" I grinned. I must admit I love running into my fans. They're so sweet. So sincere. So smart. How do I know they're smart? They must be. They like to read my books! I didn't have any paper, so I wrote my autograph on a leaf. I hoped Sylvester didn't drop it in the woods. He'd never find it in this dark, creepy place.