27-GET LOST, CHEDDARFACE!

GET LOST, CHEDDARFACE! Next, my cousin called downstairs to the security guardrat. "Clear the fur out of your ears and listen carefully," he ordered. "A mouse who looks exactly like me is on her way here. Tell her I am the real Ratmousen. The main mouse. The genuine article. And I don't want to be disturbed!" Just then, we heard shouting outside. Trap opened the window and peeked out. "It's Sang," he whispered to us. "She's using the guardrat as her own personal trampoline! Now she's biting his tail. Now she's pulling out his whiskers. Cheese niblets! She's one angry mouse!" Seconds later, my cousin leaned out the

window. He smiled and waved to Sally. "Get lost, Cheddarface!" he shrieked with glee. "Now I call the shots around here!"