14-A COCONUT ON THE HEAD!

A COCONUT ON THE HEAD! Right then, I saw a large shadow. "Yum, yummy yum, yummy yum yum!" it sang. It was gnawing at a coconut. I moved closer to get a better look. That's when it hit me. The coconut shell, that is. Yep, that ghost threw the shell right at my head. HOLEY CHEESE, that hurt! I cried out in pain. Then I fainted. When I came to, the ghost was gone. The next night, I heard the ghost shuffling around on the cliffs. Thump... flop! Thump... flop! Thump... flop! I knew I had to do something. So I crept

up behind him. He was gnawing on a roasted crab. I inched closer. Oops! The ghost spotted me. He took aim and launched the crab shell at me. Clunk! He hit me right between the ears. Nice shot. Could this be the ghost of a professional mouseball player? I thought it over for two seconds. Then I fainted. The following night, I hid behind a sand dune. This time, I had a plan. I was going to surprise the ghost. That's right. No more fainting for this mouse. At the stroke of midnight, I heard his pawsteps. Thump... flop! Thump... flop! Thump... flop! This time, he was slurping on a mango. It was so strange. I had no idea ghosts

liked to eat. I wondered if they sometimes ate the leftovers from my mega-huge fridge. I always blamed Trap when my leftovers mysteriously disappeared. But maybe it was a ghost! Now I would finally find out the truth. I was getting excited. After all, I am a newspaper mouse. I like to get the scoop. With a squeak, I jumped up from behind the sand dune. "P-p-p-paws up!" I stammered. "D-d-don't move and you won't g-g-get hurt!" I hoped the ghost couldn't tell I was petrified. Seconds later, the PIT of the mango caught me right between my eyes. I WENT DOWN LIKE A BOWLING PIN. When I came to, the ghost was leaning over me. His eyes glowed in the moonlight. Could it be? I blinked. Yes, it was. I was staring at the ghost of Rough Rat Ricky otherwise known as Bouncer!