29-STORIES BY THE TON!

STORIES BY THE TON! Do you want to know how it all ended? Of course you do, or you wouldn't be reading this! Well, Sally went back to running THE DAILY RAT. But she had to keep all of the promises she had made. She paid her employees lots more money. And they all had a fabumouse time in the Mousehamas. What happened with the writing contest? It was a huge success. I am constantly receiving new stories, There are

成吨的故事!你想知道一切是怎么结束的吗? 你当然知道，否则你也不会读这篇文章了!好了，莎莉重新开始经营《每日老鼠》。 但她必须遵守所有的承诺。 她付给员工更多的钱。 他们都在哈马斯度过了一段美好的时光。 写作比赛怎么样了? 这是一个巨大的成功。我不断收到新的故事，有

so many talented writers out there. I could write a whole book about them! One day, a rodent named FRANZ RATKA came to see me. He was very thin and had huge ears. He said he hadn't left his mouse hole in years. I gasped. His cheese delivery bill must have been enormous! Ratka said he had written a book, THE METAMORPHOSIS,, about a mouse who wakes up one morning and discovers he has turned into a bug! It was fascinating. Another day, I met a mouse named EDGAR ALLAN PAW. He had a mustache and deep-set eyes. He brought me a spooky poem called "The Raven." And another story about a mouse and a beating heart. It was horribly scary. Still, I couldn't put it down. Then I met a little old lady mouse named

有这么多才华横溢的作家。 我可以写一本关于他们的书!一天，一只叫FRANZ RATKA的啮齿动物来看我。 他很瘦，耳朵很大。 他说他已经好几年没离开老鼠洞了。 我喘息着说道。他送奶酪的账单一定很大!拉特卡说，他写了一本名为《变形记》(THE METAMORPHOSIS)的书，讲述了一只老鼠一天早上醒来发现自己变成了一只虫子的故事。真是太迷人了。 有一天，我遇到了一只名叫埃德加·艾伦·波的老鼠。 他留着胡子，眼睛深陷。 他给我带来了一首叫《乌鸦》的恐怖诗 另一个关于老鼠和跳动的心脏的故事。 太可怕了。但我还是爱不释手。 然后我遇到了一位名叫

AGATHA RATSIE. She was small and spoke with a soft squeak. I was surprised to find out she wrote murder mysteries. Such a sweet, frail mouse. I guess you can't always tell a mouse by her squeak. Agatha wrote some wonderful thrillers. My favorite was called MOUSER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS. I was in the middle of a story by a writer named CHEWS DCKENS when my sister popped into my office. She dumped another

阿加莎RATSIE。她个子很小，说话的声音很轻。 我惊讶地发现她写谋杀推理小说。 多么可爱、脆弱的老鼠。 我猜你不能总是从老鼠的叫声来判断它。 阿加莎写了一些精彩的惊悚小说。 我最喜欢的是《东方快车上的捕鼠者》。 我正在读一个叫CHEWS dickens的作家写的故事，这时我妹妹突然走进我的办公室。 她甩了另一个

huge pile of stories on my desk. How would I ever have time to read them? Oh, I'm not complaining. I mean, I love publishing books. And, of course, my newspaper, The Rodent's Gazette, is my pride and joy. Still, being a publisher is hard work. Really hard work. "Don't forget that at six o'clock you have that CHEESE AND THE MEANING OF LIFE lecturer," Thea reminded me now. "And then at seven-thirty you have that FAMOUS FURBALLS OF

我桌上有一大堆故事。 我哪有时间看呢? 哦，我不是在抱怨。我是说，我喜欢出版书。 当然，我的报纸《啮齿动物公报》是我的骄傲和快乐。 尽管如此，做一个发行商还是很辛苦的。 真的很辛苦。“别忘了，六点钟你有一场‘奶酪与生命的意义’讲座，”西娅提醒我。 “然后在七点半，你有著名的毛球

OUR TIME conference. And then at nine you are giving that SELF-DEFENSE FOR THE MEEK AND MILD MOUSE speech at New Mouse University." I sighed. Thea kept on squeaking. She told me she had received a call from SydNey StarFur. It seemed Sally had lied to him. She had told Sydney that she was my childhood friend. He had thought he was hired to play an innocent Joke on me. He had no idea about the evil plan Sally had cooked up. He had called to apologize. "He sounds like a very nice mouse," Thea explained. "Look, he even gave us two free tickets to his show! It starts in twenty minutes. You'd better get moving!" Right then, there was a knock at the door. Mickey Misprint, Sally's proofreader, came in.

我们的时间会议。九点钟，你要在新老鼠大学做‘为温顺温顺的老鼠自卫’的演讲。” 我叹了口气。西娅一直在吱吱叫。 她告诉我她接到了悉尼星富的电话。 看来莎莉对他撒了谎。 她告诉西德尼，她是我儿时的朋友。 他以为他是被雇来开我玩笑的。 他对莎莉策划的邪恶计划一无所知。 他打电话来道歉。 “它听起来像一只非常不错的老鼠，”西娅解释说。 “看，他甚至给了我们两张他演出的免费票!”二十分钟后开始。 你最好赶快行动起来!”就在这时，有人敲门。 莎莉的校对员米奇·米斯普林走了进来。

He was working for me now. Of course, I was paying him a much higher salary. Mickey's family would never go hungry again. "Mr. Stilton," he squeaked now, panting. "Here are more stories for you. In fact, here are tons more." He piled them everywhere. On my desk. On my couch. On my furry cat rug. More stories? How could I possibly read all of them? I didn't even have time to comb my fur anymore! Just then, my secretary, Mousella, buzzed me. "Your taxi is here, Mr. Stilton!" she

他现在为我工作。 当然，我付给他的薪水要高得多。 米奇的家人再也不会挨饿了。 “斯蒂尔顿先生，”他气喘吁吁地叫道。 “这里有更多的故事。 事实上，这里还有很多。” 他把它们堆得到处都是。在我的桌子上。 在我的沙发上。在我的毛猫地毯上。 更多的故事吗?我怎么可能看完所有的信? 我甚至都没有时间梳理我的毛了!就在这时，我的秘书摩塞拉按铃叫我。 “您的出租车来了，斯蒂尔顿先生!