23-ONE THING AT A TIME

ONE THING AT A TIME I sat next to Grandfather on the way home. I had to give it to the old mouse. He never seemed to get tired. He was STUCK to the wheel from dawn till dusk. He never spoke while driving. "When I am driving, I concentrate on the road," he explained. The secret of success, Geromino, is to do just one thing at a time!" I thought about what Granddad had said. I watched the road unfolding before us. It was pretty fascinating. At each turn, we saw something different. Maybe traveling wasn't so bad after all, I decided. Still, I couldn't wait to get back to my comfy mouse hole. I'd slip my paws into

my CAT-FUR slippers. I'd whip up a tasty mozzarella milk shake. I mean, don't get me wrong, Grandfather William's supercamper was awesome. But I love my home suite home. "You look tired, Geronimo," Granddad observed. "Why don't you get some rest? I'll be fine."

I SMILED. Yes, Grandfather could be obnoxious at times. He was one rodent who really knew how to drive me up a clock. But he really wasn't such a bad mouse.

He had lots of crazy ideas, sure, but some of them were good ones. And I knew that no matter what, he loved me.