老鼠记者 · 5 Four Mice Deep in the Jungle
I'M AFRAID OF ELEVATORS! Minutes later, my cousin dumped me off the luggage cart. I landed in a heap on the floor. "Oops-a-daisy!" Trap chuckled. I picked myself up. Then I straightened my glasses. My cousin hit a button on the wall next to us. That's when I realized we had made it to the elevator. "No!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs. "I CAN'T GET ON THAT! I'M AFPAID OF ELEVATOPS! But Trap just twirled his tail. "Don't worry, Gerrykins," he cried. "There's nothing to it. Just don't think about it!"
The elevator doors opened. I tried to run away, but Trap stuck out his paw. I tripped. Before I could stop myself, I had rolled right into the elevator! Trap hopped in behind me. "See, nothing to it!" he said. The doors slid shut. I gulped, then closed my eyes. I would never make it! I was already having Problems breathings My tail was trembling. My whiskers were dripping with sweat. It doesn't get any worse than this, I thought. But then it did. Trap stamped on my paw. I shrieked. The pain was horrible. At last, the doors opened. "No need to thank me," squeaked my cousin happily. "I told you, just don't think about it!"
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