13-YOU ARE NOT A MOUSE... YOU ARE A HERO!

YOU ARE NOT A MOUSE... YOU ARE A HERO! The boat's captain patted me on the back. "nice going, Mr. Stilton!" he exclaimed. Then he led the crowd in a chorus of cheers. "HIP, HIP, HOORAY! HIP, HIP, HOORAY!" they shouted. A large, beefy tourist threw his paws around me. "That was beautiful," he squeaked. "Who would think a scraggly little rodent like you could do something like that?" He embraced me in a crunching hug. I felt all the bones in my body snapping. Then he accidentally stepped on my foot.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUCH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I quickly wrapped my foot in my nephew's bandanna. Next, a little old lady mouse gave me a kiss. She had tears in her eyes. "Bravo, young man! You are not a mouse... you are a hero!" she exclaimed. While she was kissing me, the handle of her purse went into my eye. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUCH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My eye felt like it was on fire. I tied a handkerchief around my head to soak up the tears. Now I looked just like a PIRATE. The whole class stared at me. I could tell they were impressed. Little mice love pirates.

"You're so lucky to have such a COOL UNCLE, Sakura told Benjamin. My nephew BEAMED with pride. Punk Rat and I were wet and shivering. A sailor wrapped us in a blanket. He gave us each a cup of HOT chocolate. My paws were shaking so much I spilled mine all over me. "OOOOOOOOUUUCH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Oh, when would this day come to an END? OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUCH!