04-NO SHOTS, PLEASE!

No SHOTS, PLEASE! Thea called again the next day. She was at the office, even though it was a Sunday. "Geronimo! How are you?" she asked. "Well, um, I've got a cold," I murmured. I pretended to SNEEZE. AHH CHOO! There was silence on the other end. Could my sister tell I was faking? "Well, don't worry," she finally squeaked. "We'll just run you right over to Dr. Goodpaws. He'll give you something to get rid of your cold. Maybe a couple of shots will do the trick!" My eyes nearly popped out of my fur. "Nooooooooo!" I shrieked in terror. "No shots, please! I'm already feeling much better. I just need to relax at home for a few more days. You know, unwind."

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More silence from the other end. Uh-oh. My sister wasn't buying it. "So I heard you went to see Dr. Shrinkfur," she murmured at last. "Do you have a problem, Geronimo?" I heard another voice in the background. "Geronimo has a problem? Maybe he should get his snout out of those books. That mouse is too brainy for his own good!" I groaned. It was my annoying cousin Trap. He runs a thrift store called Cheap Junk for less. He tells the worst jokes. And he loves to play tricks on me. Then I heard another, smaller voice. "What's the matter with Uncle Geronimo? Can I say hello to him?" it SQUeakeD. I smiled. It was my favorite nephew, Benjamin. The next thing I knew, my sister had put me on squeakerphone. "Go ahead, tell us

everything, Geronimo!" she demanded. I chewed my whiskers." Well, I went to see Dr. Shrinkfur because I sort of have a little problem..." I began. When I was done talking, Trap was the first to pipe up. "So what did Dr. Shrinky Dink tell you to do?" he asked. I told him about the doctor's advice. If I wanted to get rid of my ears, I had to face them... only, I was too afraid to start!