16-COULD IT BE SANTA MOUSE？

COULD IT BE SANTA MOUSE? Right then, I heard the sound of jingling bells. A mouse was coming toward me. He was riding a sled pulled by reindeer. I BLINKED. What was SANTA MOUSE doing in Ratzikistan? Christmas was already over. I took a closer look. No, it wasn't Santa. It was just a local rodent on a sled. "Slow down, please!" I shouted. "I need a ride!" But he didn't seem to understand. I waved my gas can in the air. "I need gas!" I tried. He just smiled and ZIPPED right by me. I began running after him. My heart was pounding. My muscles ached. Sweat poured

down my fur. If only I spoke Ratzikistani. Oh, where was a good translator when you needed one? Suddenly, I spotted something up ahead. Could it be? Yes, it was. A little bus stop stood on a hill. I gathered all of my strength and sprinted for it. Cheesecahe! Somehow I got there before the sled. I held up my paw for him to stop. This time he got it. "STOP?" he asked. I nodded. I was so exhausted, I couldn't even squeak. I pulled myself onto the sled. We took off at BREAKNECK speed.