02-BALDIES UNITE!

BALDIES UNITE! Minutes later, the doorbell rang. Ding...dong... It was a mouse with lots of thick, curly fur on his head. He was wearing Rollerblades and holding a package. "Are you geronimo stilton?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes, that's me." He flashed all of his thirty- two teeth. Then he stuck the

package in my left paw and a bill in my right. "Will that be cash or cheek?" he smiled, "Um, check," I mumbled. I stared at the bill and turned white. I shrieked: "I could buy a whole year's worth of cheese for this kind of money!" QUICK an alley cat, he snatched back the box. "Does this mean you're not paying? Did you change your mind?" he demanded. "Um... well, it's just that it's a little pricy," I stammered. The delivery mouse peered closely at my fur. "Wow, did you know you already have a bald spot?" He whipped out a mirror to show me. BUT BEFORE I COULD CHECK, the delivery mouse stretched out his paw and yanked a tuft of fur from my ear.

"Just as I thought!" he cried. "Your fur is already falling out! Look at this clump!" I stared down at my fur in his paw. My precious, fluffy brown fur! This was more SERIOUS than I'd thought. "But does the helmet really work?" I asked, still not convinced. The delivery mouse flashed his teeth again. Then he patted his own head of thick, curly fur. "I'm not just a delivery mouse," he grinned. "I'm also a client! I was as bald as a fresh ball of mozzarella before I started using this product!" I paid the bill with a sigh of envy.