老鼠记者 · 3 Cat and Mouse in a Haunted House
THE MYSTERIOUS NAIL We decided to explore the entire castle. "We'll catch that ghost," said Thea. "That is... if Mr. Scaredy Pants is right and there really is a ghost." I chewed my whiskers. "I'm telling you for the last time. I saw it! I saw a ghost!!!!!!" I squeaked at the top of my lungs. Thea pulled out her camera. "All right, all right," she smirked, "Don't have a squeak attack. Now, where did you see that RAT SKELETON? I could take a couple of pictures of that." I led them into the kitchen. Then I looked anxiously into the big pot.
"See, the mouse bone was here..." I began. But the pot was now empty. How strange! I ran toward the closet and opened it wide. The SKELETON had vanished!!! I was shocked. "But... but... it was right here..." I mumbled. Thea snorted. Trap put his paw on my forehead. "Hmmmm. You're feeling a bit warm, Cousinkins," he
joked. "Maybe you're coming down with something. We'd better get you to a hospital. You know, one of those hospitals with bars on the windows and patients who see flying cheeses." He collapsed in a fit of giggles. He really cracks himself up. I wanted to crack him over the head, but before I could even try, Benjamin grabbed my paw. He showed me a nail in the upper part of the closet. "Um, see that nail, Uncle Geronimo?" he whispered. "There could have been something hanging from it, just like you said. I believe you." Without another word, he pulled out a pad of paper. Then he began to jot down some notes.
