24-WHY, WHY, WHY？

WHY, WHY, WHY? I tried to hold on to Bessie, but he was too strong for me. In a flash, he'd thrown me to the ground. "Help!" I squeaked as Bessie tried to trample me. I was able to GET AWAY, but he was right ON MY TAIL. His HORNS hooked my shirt. He tossed me into the air. I bounced off the fence. Then I landed back on Bessie. Suddenly, I spotted my little nephew Benjamin. He was WAVING HIS PAW frantically. What was he trying to tell me? Benjamin started yelling something. It sounded like HORN. Or was that corn? Next, my nephew began pointing at his EAR. Did he have an EARACHE? I love my

nephew, but I couldn't worry about his ears right now. Just then I glanced down at Bessie's massive neck. That's when I noticed his ear. A huge cactus thorn was stuck on it. Holey cheese! So that's what my nephew was trying to tell me. The THORN was making Bessie hopping mad. As I tumbled off his back, I plucked the thorn from his ear. Bessie stopped snorting. He stopped kicking. He stopped moving. He laid

his head on my shoulder. And then he smiled. I patted his head and jumped on his back. I couldn't believe it. I, Geronimo Stilton, had tamed Bessie! Benjamin ran toward me. "You saved my life, nephew!" I squeaked. I pulled him up onto Bessie's back. We took a victory lap around the ranch. The rodents of Cactus City arrived. They CLAPPED and CHEERED us on.