01-I'M TOO YOUNG TO GO BALD!

Geronimo Stilton I'M TOO FOND OF MY FUR!

I'M Too YOUNG TO Go BALD! Let's see, it all began like this it really did. One evening, I was happily sprawled out on my couch, CHANGING CHANNELS on my TV, when a strange commercial caught my eye. A female rodent with blonde fur was shouting LIKE A MADMOUSE. "Are you going bald? Has your fur lost its fluff?" Then she stuck her snout right up to the camera. "That's right, I'm talking to you, COUCH MOUSE!" she shrieked.

I jumped. Her beady little eyes seemed to be staring right at me! "Now, do as I say and put your paw on your head," she ordered. "I bet you have a bald bacth. Am I right?" I gulped. With a shaking paw, I patted the top of my head. Holey cheese! My fur did seem to be getting a little thin on top! Could I really be losing my fur? The mouse on TV kept squeaking at me. "Listen, CHEDDARFACE, you need to do something to strengthen your fur! If you don't, you're going to be as bald as a bowling ball down at Lucky Paw Lanes!" She wound up her arm like a professional bowler rat. "Sreiiike!" she yelled, glaring at me. I TURUED PALE...

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Now I was really getting worried. I was too young to go bald. I was still in my prime. Yes, I think you could even call me a spring mouse. I still had a twitch in my tail, and my bones hadn't started creaking yet. More hollering from the TV interrupted my thoughts. "Wake up, NOODLEBRAIN, because today is your lucky day! That's right. I have right here the cure for that great-looking bald spot! But you'd better order now, you silly mouse, or you'll be left with your tail between your legs!" I grabbed a pen and paper to take notes. The mouse on TV held up a helmet and a big bottle of green lotion. "This

is a special kind of helmet that uses micro-macro-eeny-meany-miney-magnetic-waves. First you spread the MIRACLGE LOTION all over your fur, Then you put the helmet over your head," she explained. "Keep the helmet on for at least two or three hours. The helmet squeezes your head to WAKE UP those lazy hair roots. Got it?" I nodded my head. "Well, what are you waiting for, Baldy?!" the TV mouse squeaked at me, "Order now, before they're all gone!" As if in a trance, I reached for the phone and dialed the number on the screen: 1-555-GROW-FUR. "Yes, I'd like to order one helmet," I began, patting my fur.