19-ICICLES ON MY WHISKERS

ICICLES ON MY WHISKERS Once again, I heard the shout. "Uhhhh-uuuuuuuuuh!!!" I followed the sound as I jumped from rock to rock. Who says I'm no sportsmouse? Let's see Trap make fun of me now, I said to myself, grinning. Then I immediately slipped and fell headfirst into a PILE OF SNOW. When I got up, my whiskers were covered in ICICLES. I realized I was far away from our camp. Suddenly, I saw it. It was a pawprint, half covered in snow. A bit farther away I saw another one, and then one more! "Benjamin! Thea! Trap!" I cried.

No one answered. I gulped. What if I couldn't find my way back to camp? I couldn't spend a night on this icy cold mountain all alone. I'd end up one frozen mousicle! I decided to follow the tracks. Maybe if I kept going I could find Professor von Volts I made my way in the darkness pawstep by pawstep. Then the tracks suddenly stopped. I was about to turn back when I heard a strange creaking.

The rock in front of me was beginning to move. I looked up and saw a HUMONGOUS creature lifting it to one side. If only I could move my paws. But I was frozen. This time, it wasn't the cold that had me shivering. I was FROZEN WITH FEAR! Before I could think of what to do, the big creature reached for me. He lifted me into the air by my tail. He carried me away as if I were a twig. The creature brought me into a dark cave. Then he put a huge rock in front of the entrance. I was trapped!

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