18-PSSST, PSSSSSSST... HEY, STILTON!

PSSST, PSSSSSST... HEY, STILTON! At last, we reached New Mouse City's harbor. I jumped off the boat and raced straight to The Rodent's Gazette. I couldn't wait to see how things were going at the office! I was on my way up the stairs when I heard someone whisper, "Psssst, Stilton! Over here!" I turned the corner and bumped right into Shif T. Paws. Shif is the sales manager of The Rodent's Gazette. I

don't know how the paper would run without him. THAT MOUSE WAS ONE OF A KIND. He could sell papers to a rabid tomcat! "Shif!" I squeaked. "It's so great to see you. I'm sorry Grandfather William fired you." Shif just smirked and stroked his whiskers. His beady eyes shone behind metal-rimmed glasses. "Don't worry, Mr. Stilton!" he cried. "As it turns out, I was the only one to be rehired!"

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