15-I'M TOO COOL FOR MY FUR!

I'M TOO COOL FOR MY FUR! I decided the first thing to do was buy myself a new swimsuit. I went in search of the hotel's gift shop. The store was dark and dusty. A scruffy- looking mouse sat with his paws up on the counter. "I need a bathing suit," I told him. He pointed to a rack. There was only one swimsuit hanging from it. It had purple— and—yellow stripes with two tacky satin hearts. The tag inside read I'M TOO COOL FOR MY FUR! It was the most hideous thing I have ever seen. Plus, it was three sizes too big for me. "Do you have something less flashy in a

smaller size?" I asked the salesclerk. He shook his head. "Nope, that's it. Take it or leave it." I blinked. "But this one doesn't fit me," I protested. "And besides, I don't like it." "Well, then don't take it," he mumbled. "But I need it!" I cried. "WELL, THEN TAKE IT!" he shouted in my ear. I pulled out my wallet to pay for the swimsuit. That's when I saw the price tag. DOLLAR SIGNS swam before my eyes. "Why is this so expensive?!" I shrieked. "It's ONE of a kind," the sales clerk smirked. "You'll make a real fashion statement." I groaned. I'd make a real statement, all right. I'd be the most ridiculous-looking rodent on the beach!