03-FOUR MICE IN THE WILD WEST

FOUR MICE IN THE WILD WEST It was HOT. It was dry. It was a bad, bad fur day. Even my tail was sweating. Oh, what I wouldn't give for a cold CHEDDAR ICE POP from my mega-huge fridge. Too bad I couldn't get one. Do you want to know why? Because I was in the Arizona desert. Yes, mouse fans, I, Geronimo Stilton, was in the WILD, WILD WEST!

Lucky for me, I wasn't alone. My sister Thea, my cousin Trap, and my little nephew Benjamin were with me. Together we were crossing the scorching desert. Have you ever been to a desert? There is not much to see. Just SAND, rocks, and cacti. The sand burned my paws. I kept tripping over the rocks. And my tail was getting ripped to shreds on all those pointy cactus needles. YOUCH! Worst of all, I was dying of thirst. I shook my canteen. It was EMPTY. Just then a dark shadow fell over me. I gulped. Something told me it wasn't Santa Mouse flying by on his way to his summer place. I looked up. Rancid rat hairs! It was a hungry pack of VULTURES waiting to lick our bones. This place was a total NIGHTMARE!