25-STRONG RODENTS KNOW HOW TO FORGIVE!

STRONG RODENTS KNOW HOW TO FORGIVE! Meanwhile, Wicked Whiskers was furious. He couldn't understand why Bessie wasn't MAD anymore. "Why didn't you make cream cheese out of the stranger?" he screamed at the bull. "My grandma Wimpy Whiskers is tougher than you!" Bessie stamped his hoof. With a snort, he tossed Wicked Whiskers into the air. The gunmouse fell to the ground. The bull put his hoof on Whiskers's tummy. Wicked Whiskers's teeth were CHATTERING. His tail was twitching. "D-d-d-don't hurt mem-m-m-me!"

the gunmouse stammered. I knelt down next to Wicked Whiskers. The crowd gathered around. "I think you owe the citizens of Cactus City an apology," I said. "You need to give them back their water. You need to stop being a bully." The gunmouse nodded his head. "You are right, stranger," he whispered. "I'm sorry for what I've done." But the crowd wasn't convinced. "Let's make him pay for it!" a mouse screeched. "Let's get even!" another shouted. I knew I had to do something quick. "Violence is not the answer," I told the

citizens of Cactus City. "Strong rodents know how to forgive. You need to show Wicked Whiskers you are stronger than he is. You need to let him go." The crowd stopped yelling. They looked embarrassed. I patted the bull's head. Then I told him to take his hoof off Wicked Whiskers. He did. Wicked let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, stranger," he grinned. "You really are a strong cowrat!" He took off his sheriff's star. Then he jumped on his horse. His gunmice followed. They galloped off, leaving behind a cloud of dust.