11-SHIVEREEN

SHIVEREEN Who Is She? She is Creepella's favorite niece. She copies Creepella in every way. She has a pet chameleon named Moldy. She dreams of working in the world of fashion. Her Secret: She keeps a diary hidden under her mattress.

Creepella pushed me forward. "Shivereen, I'd like you meet Geronimo Stilton. We are going to be married!" "That's not exactly—" I began. But Shivereen interrupted me. "When is the wedding?" she squeaked. "NEVER!" I screamed. Enough was enough! "Don't listen to Geronimo," Creepella said, taking her niece's arm. "He's just a little tired from our trip. Now tell me, do you have a mousefriend yet?" The two mice walked away, chattering. I looked around the hall, hoping to find a friendly face—or a way to escape. I saw something that might help. An old- fashioned phone hung on the wall. I crept over to it, as quiet as a mouse, and quickly dialed my sister, Thea.

"Hello, Thea," I whispered. "It's me, Geronimo. I've been mousenap—" Suddenly, the telephone began to scream! "Put down the phone, cheddarface! No phone calls allowed! No phone calls allowed!" Creepella ran over and hung up the phone. "Well done, Telephone," she told the phone. "Geronimo was being very naughty. Very naughty indeed." "I want to go HOME!" I wailed. The mice in the hall all looked at me. That Geronimo Stilton is a strange mouse," they whispered.