老鼠记者 · 4 I'm Too Fond of My Fur!
THE ABOMINABLE SNOWRAT My cousin chuckled. "A joke? Which one? I've played so many Jokes on Geronimo, I've lost count," he declared. "After all, he's the perfect target. He always falls for it!" Thea nodded IMPATIENTLY. "Well, yes. But I'm talking about a new joke. Someone just called Geronimo and told him he has seen a YETI." Trap snickered under his whiskers. "A YETI?" he squeaked. "Um, interesting... you mean, one of those hairy beasts who live in the mountains?"
I nodded. "Cousinkins!" Trap shrieked. "I'll let you in on a secret. The YETI does not exist! It's all made up. Like the Abominable Snowrat. Just a story." For the first time, he seemed to notice the helmet on my head. "What's that thingy covering your peabrain? Are you playing spacemouse? You're a little old for dress-up, don't you think, GERMEISTER?"
"Well, I don't care who believes me!" I squeaked. "Professor von Volt needs my help. I'm going off to find him and the YETI. AT LEAST THIS MOUSE KNOWS THE TRUE VALUE OF FRILENDSHIP!" For once, my sister and Trap did not let out one squeak. Their jaws HIT THE GROUND. And do you know why? Because any mouse who knows me knows I hate traveling...
