23-CROCODILE TEARS AND SALAMANDER SLIME

CROCODILE TEARS AND SALAMANDER SLIME News of Grandfather's big trip traveled fast. Soon, all of my coworkers were back behind their desks. They were happy to be working at The Rodent's Gazette once more. I was happy, too. I'd forgotten how much I missed their furry faces! Finally, everything was back to normal. One afternoon, the phone rang. "Hellooo! Long-distance call from Egypt for Mr. Stilton!" the operator squeaked. "Yes, this is Stilton speaking, Geronimo Stilton," I said. There was a crackling on the line.

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Then a distant voice squeaked, "Geronimo! It's ALRAT SPITFUR." My heart did a tap dance. The professor remembered me! Maybe he had remembered about his experiment, too! "Professor! It's so great to hear from you!" I replied. Ever since I had returned from Egypt, I couldn't stop thinking about it. It really was a fascinating country. The professor thanked me again for saving his life. He told me that he remembered everything. Except for one small detail. He couldn't remember the MYSTEROUS ingredient he had added to the camel dung. "As soon as I identify it, though, I'll let you know," the professor assured me. "You can have the first interview." I grinned. Somehow I knew I'd be hearing from him again.

"I wonder whether the secret ingredient was scorpion pee or salamander slime?" Professor Spitfur rambled on. "Or maybe it was crocodile tears? Anyway, I'm doing

some experiments now. In fact, I'm about to read a story to a crocodile. It has to be so sad it will bring tears to his eyes. What do you think, Stilton? Should I try THE LITTLE MATCH RAT or Snow White and the Seven Mouslets?" I smiled under my whiskers. What a character, that Alrat Spitfur.