02-WHAT'S UP, GERONIMO？

WHAT'S Up, GERONIMO? For the next few days, I couldn't leave the house. What if it rained? What if a giant cat with two heads attacked me? Yes, I had to face the fact that I was getting worse. I was AFRAID of everything. Then one morning the phone rang. "Hello, Stilton speaking, Geronimo stilton," I murmured. It was my sister, Thea. She is a special correspondent for the newspaper I run, The Rodent's Gazette. It is Mouse Island's most popular paper! "Geronimo!!! Where have you been?" squeaked my

sister. "It's been days since you were in the office!" I could tell she was annoyed. "Did you forget about the two television interviews? And what about the conference at the Press Club? Have you lost your calendar? Or maybe you're just turning into a cheesebrain!" I could hear her thumping her paw angrily on the desk. Uh-oh. When my sister gets mad, she's like my uncle Cheesebelly when the deli runs out of mozzarella balls. There's no calming her down. "Um, well, you see," I mumbled, "I wasn't feeling too well. But I'll be there tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow, for sure...."