15-ISN'T IT MAGNIFICENT, GERONIMO？

ISN'T IT MAGNIFICENT, GERONIMO? Before we got off the boat, Benjamin spotted something floating in the water. It was my glasses. I reached over the side to fish them out, and... SPLASH! I fell in. I swam to shore. I was wet. I was cold. But I could see! I was in mouse heaven! I wondered if my glasses had missed me as much as I missed them. We hiked back toward the camp. We took a shortcut through the woods. I looked around. The leaves on the trees were such beautiful colors—

red, orange, brown, gold. If I were an artist, I would have painted a picture. But I'm not. In fact, I was the only mouselet at Little Tails Academy to ever fail paw painting. I trudged along, breathing in the fresh, crisp air. I really am a nature lover at heart. "Isn't it magnificent, Geronimo?" Miss Angel Paws said. Benjamin and his friends were running ahead. At last, I was alone with the teacher. I decided now was my chance. I had to find out more about this

beautiful mouse. Maybe we could go out to dinner sometime. I wondered if she would like Le Squeakery. It's my favorite French restaurant. "So, um, Miss Angel Paws," I began shyly. "Are you married?" Miss Angel Paws shook her head. A big tear rolled down her fur. Then she collapsed in a fit of sobs. Oh, why did I have such rotten luck with female mice? If they weren't crying, they were running away from me.

The teacher pulled herself together. "Sorry," she sniffed. "I am not married. But I was IN LOVE once, a long, long time ago...." Carefully, she opened a locket that she wore around her neck. Inside was a whisker. "This is his whisker," Miss Angel Paws explained. "It is all I have left of him. The last time I saw him, he was being chased by an angry cat. I swore I would never fall in love again." I sighed. What a sad, sad story. I felt bad for the whiskerless mouse. I felt bad for Miss Angel Paws. Right then, it began to rain. The water poured down in buckets.