11-YOU HAVE A LEECH ON YOUR FACE!

YOU HAVE A LEECH ON YOUR FACE! The next day, we decided to explore the island. We headed down a long, sandy path. It led into a THICK MANGROVE FOREST. My paws sank into the damp sand. It was hard to walk. Suddenly, I noticed something odd. Huge holes were opening up in the sand. The holes were filled with gigantic crabs. Their pincerlike claws swiped at us as we scampered by.

"Holey Cheese!" I cried out. My heart began to race. Sweat rolled down my fur. Do you like crabs? I don't. They always look angry. I hate those razor-sharp claws. And their beady little eyes look so SINISTER. No one else seemed to be bothered by the crabs. Trap was even humming a silly tune. Just then, something slimy and wet hit me in the face. "A LEACH! Geronimo, you have an enormouse leech on your face!" hollered Trap.

I began to see stars. "Heeeeeeelp!" I shrieked. I ripped the wet leech off my face. Then I stared at it in my paw. "B-b-but this isn't a leech," I blabbered. "It's a wet handkerchief." Trap was jumping up and down all around me, roaring with laughter. I should have known. Have I told you my cousin loves to play tricks on me? "Ha-ha-ha! You fell for it, Germeister!" he spluttered. "You're so easy to fool. It's like taking Cheesy Chews from a mouseling!" I ran after him. "If I catch you, you'll never eat another Cheesy Chew again!" I shouted. Oh, how did I get stuck with such an obnoxious mouse for a relative?