28-PAWKIN AND PAWETTE

PAWKIN AND PAWETTE At last, we learned the little cat's story. It turns out his name was Pawkin Cannycat. He lived in the castle with his sister, Pawette. They were the only descendants of the Cannycat clan. "Since we're on our own, life hasn't been easy," Pawkin explained. "The eastle is big and needs lots of repairs. But we don't have the money to fix them. Lots of slimy salescats have tried to get us to sell the castle. But we don't want to sell our family home! It means everything to us!" I had to smile. For a cat so young, Pawkin had a great sense of family pride. "I am sorry I played those spooky tricks

on you," the cat went on. "We've been keeping unwanted visitors away by pretending this place is haunted." I put my paw on Pawkin's shoulder. Who would have thought such a timid cat could have given me such a big scare? I guess it's true what they say. You can't judge a book by its cover. Unless, of course, it's a book by geronimo stilton. All of my books have wonderful covers. And, as you can see, they are very exciting to read. I told Pawkin not to worry. I would be glad to help him and his sister. After all, I, geronimo stilton am a mouse of honor. I always defend the weak and those in need of help. Suddenly, Thea danced over to Pawkin. "I have a great idea!" she announced. "Why don't we turn your castle into a mouseum/

theme park? The visitors can learn about the history of the Cannycat family and you can perform your scary Halloween tricks. You can have a ghost pop out of the library. A mummy in the cellar. A witch in the bedroom..." The little cat grinned from ear to ear. "I love it!" he purred. "Let me introduce you to my sister." With that, he pulled out a book from the shelf behind him. Suddenly, the whole bookcase began to move. A small female cat stepped out from a secret passageway.

该页暂无翻译

She looked just like Pawkin. "Good morning. My name is Pawette Cannycat," she meowed politely. Benjamin smiled at the tiny cat. "WOULD YOU SHOW ME AROUNT THE CASTLE?" he asked. Pawette smiled back "I'd love to!" she purred. Soon, Pawette and Benjamin were happily chatting away. I watched as they headed down the hall, holding paws. I grinned. Who says a eat and a mouse can't be friends?