23-IS YOUR BRAIN STILL WORKING？

IS YOUR BRAIN STILL WORKING? When I came to, I was in the New Mouse City Hospital. I was wrapped in SO MANY BANDAGES. I looked just like an Egyptian mummy. My head was POUNDING. I remembered the awful NIGHTMARE that had woken me. I dreamed that I was trapped in the Egyptian Mouseum and I was being chased by a TERRIFYING MUMMY. And there was a pesky little girl who had a PINK SKATEBOARD. And I tripped on the SKATEBOARD and fell down some stairs. And the pesky little girl kept calling me in a high, squeaky voice... "Uncle, G! Uncle G!" a high-pitched

voice broke into my thoughts. Startled, I saw a face peering down at me. It was a little female mouse with black braids. My eyes popped open wide. "B-b-bugsg?" I stammered. "Uncle G! You're alive!" she squeaked. Then she waved her paws in front of my face. "Okay, Uncle G, let's see if your brain is still working. How many paws do you see? Huh? How many? How many?" she shrieked. Then she rapped on my bandaged head. "HELLO, IN THERE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" she yelled.

Now my head was REALLY POUNDING. "Two! Two! I see two paws!" I shouted. "Don't talk, Uncle G. Don't even squeak! You need to rest! To relax! To eat! To sleep! And you're in luck. I'm here to take care of you!" she announced. Fortunately, my nephew Benjamin arrived before I had a heart attack. "How are you feeling, Uncle?" he asked, patting my paw softly. "I'm feeling fine, Benjamin," I said. What could I say? Your little friend Bugsy is a total PAIN IN MY FUR? "I'm just sorry that I can't organize the HALLOWEEN party I promised you," I groaned. Right then, Bugsy jumped to her paws. "SURPRISE!" she cried in an ear- piercing squeak. "Not to worry, Uncle G,

I'm one step ahead of you. I've already organized your Halloween party. You're going to have an awesome MUMMY PARTY!" Benjamin nodded. "It's going to be fabamouse, Uncle!" he squeaked. Hmm. A mummy party? To tell you the truth, I was still a little afraid of mummies. I mean, even though we discovered the MUMMY WITH NO NAME wasn't alive, the whole idea still made my fur stand on end. Bugsy was going on and on about her party plans. It seemed she had baked cookies shaped like mummies, made up a creepy mummy dance, and sent the guests invitations in the shape of a sarcophagus.

"And you won't believe how many rodents are coming, Uncle G." Bugsy continued, "I invited all your friends, all your neighbors, everyone at The Rodent's Gazette and at the Egyptian Mouseum, the mailmouse, the garbage mouse, the sewer rat, and tons of other perfect strangers I met on the street. Your house is going to be packed!" PERFECT STRANGERS? Packed? Can you guess what happened next? Yes. I FAINTED. Fortunately, I was already lying in bed.