老鼠记者 · 16 A Cheese-Colored Camper
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER ADVENTURE When I woke up, I spotted a sign on the side of the road. Cheese niblets! We were almost home! Grandfather let me drive the rest of the way. Of course, he had to scream a few commands from the backseat. "Not too fast! Not too slow! Stop on red! Go on green!" he called. I didn't even care. We were going home. At last, we reached New Mouse City. Rodents rushed along the sidewalks. Taxicabs screeched and honked their horns. Buildings
touched the sky. Ah, beautiful New Mouse City. Have you ever been there? There's really no place like it! Even though I was thrilled to be home, I felt sad leaving everyone. I was used to Tina's yummy meals. (Although I could do without the force-feeding.) And Granddad had grown on me. "The best way to get to know a rodent is to travel with him," Granddad always said. I guess he was right. I knew a lot about Grandfather after this trip. I climbed out in front of my house. Thea called a taxi. Grandfather William and Tina boarded the camper again. "Will I see you tomorrow, Grandfather?" I asked. He chuckled. "Who knows, Geronimo," he replied. "Tomorrow is another day.
Another day, another adventure!" Tina waved good-bye with her silver rolling pin. Then they both vanished into the night.
