老鼠记者 · 6 Paws Off, Cheddarface!
A HOLELESS MOUSE... I went back home. When I tried to open the door, the key wouldn't fit. Someone had changed the lock! I couldn't believe it. How could this be happening to me? I was a good mouse. I never bothered anyone. I went to work. I paid my taxes. I volunteered down at the Holeless Shelter. Holey cheese! Now I was a holeless mouse, too! I guess it's true what they say. It could happen to anyone! One by one, I called all of my closest friends. Unfortunately, Thea had already warned them about me. They all slammed the phone in my ear. They thought I was
him, I mean, the fake Geronimo Stilton. I called my cousin Trap. I got his obnoxious answering machine. "SQUEAK YOUR NAME AND NUMBER AND IF YOU'RE LUCKY I'LL GET BACK TO YOU," it said. How typical. My cousin really was one disturbed mouse. Last of all, I tried to call my favorite nephew, Benjamin. He's only nine years old. He was in school. But the principal said I was not allowed to squeak with him. Rancid rat hairs! My sister must have warned him, too! I decided there was only one thing left to do. I hid outside my hole. Then I waited for the fake Geronimo Stilton to show up.
Finally, I saw a yellow car approaching. That rotten mouse was driving MY car! He jumped out and checked my mailbox. Then he pulled my keys out of his pocket. What a rat! I jumped out just as he opened the door. "PAWS OFF, CHEDDARFACE!!!" I shrieked. "Paws off my home, my office, my family, my friends!" I was furious! I was enraged! I was staring at my own front door! "Poisonous cheese puffs!" I screamed. That sneaky fake had slipped by me again, He had already slammed the door in my snout! I didn't know what to make of it. Un-be-liev-a-ble! Feeling cold and discouraged, I wandered the streets of New Mouse City. Oh, how I missed my cheese-filled fridge. Oh, how I missed my great-aunt Ratsy's cozy comforter. Oh, how I missed my life!
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