11-DON'T MOVE, PUNK RAT!

DON'T MOVE, PUNK RAT! When I finished telling the STORY, I looked up. The boat was returning to shore. Right then, I noticed something. It was quiet. Too quiet. I began to get the feeling that something—or someone—was missing. I ran up and down the boat counting the little mice. "One two three four five six seven eight..." I was right. We were short one rodent. Can you guess who was missing? Here's a hint: He's the loudest mouse in the class and a pain in my tail. That's right, it was Punk Rat. Suddenly, I spotted the little pest on the

shore. He must have been left behind when the boat took off. "Don't move, Punk Rat!" I yelled. "It's dangerous! We'll come and pick you up." "DON'T MOVE!!!" "IT'S DANGEROUS!!!"

But at that moment, disaster struck. Punk Rat slipped on a wet rock. He tumbled into the water. He disappeared into a menacing whirlpool

Helllp!