老鼠记者 · 17 Watch Your Whiskers, Stilton!
HE SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF HIMSELF! The phone rang again. I picked it up. "WHAT NOW?" I squeaked. I just knew it had to be more bad news. I was right. On the other end was Ledger Moneymouse. He is the manager of Ratlay's Bank. The Rodent's Gazette borrows a lot of money from Ratlay's. I knew what was coming. "I bet you are going to tell me that you are calling in all of our loans," I said. Moneymouse squeaked in surprise. "Yes!"
I kept going. "And I bet you're going to tell me you're sorry, but we can't borrow money from you anymore." "Yes! Yes!" I went on. "And I bet you're going to tell me that Ratlay's Bank was bought by a one- eyed rat." "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Moneymouse shouted. I shouted right back at him. "Tell him he is not playing fair! He should be ashamed of himself. Whoever he is!" I slammed down the phone. My whiskers were drooping. My paws were shaking. "This means things are much, much, much, much, much, much worse than I thought!" I wailed.
