03-TELL US ALL, YOU RASCAL!

TELL Us ALL, YOU RASCAL! I stumbled into my office, still in a daze. What was going on? Was I losing my mind? Why was everyone picking on me? Right then, the phone rang. "Hello? Stilton speaking, geronimo Stilton! I answered, It was Simon Squealer. He was the most famous radio host in New Mouse City. His show was all gossips I hated that stuff. I mean, who cares about these silly scandals and rumors? I would much rather read a good

告诉我们，你这个流氓!我跌跌撞撞地走进办公室，仍然迷迷糊糊的。 发生了什么事?我疯了吗? 为什么每个人都找我的茬? 就在这时，电话响了。 “喂?我是斯蒂尔顿，杰罗尼，斯蒂尔顿!我回答说:是西蒙·斯奎拉。 他是新老鼠城最有名的电台主持人。 他的节目全是八卦，我讨厌那种东西。 谁会在乎这些愚蠢的丑闻和谣言呢? 我宁愿读一本好书

book than listen to that trash. So I wondered why Simon was calling me. "Today we are squeaking to Geronimo Stilton, best-selling author and publisher of the popular newspaper The Rodent's Gazette," the host began babbling. "Yes, you're on the air, Stilton!" he finished. I gulped. Me? On the radio? "D-d-did you s-s-say on the air?" I stammered. Simon just chuckled. "What a paw—puller. You're the one who set up this interview!" he laughed. "Remember you called me on Friday? You said you had some juicy gossip you wanted to tell the public? Some big secret about yourself? Well, go ahead. My listeners are waiting. What is it?" I chewed my whiskers, This was crazy. I never called Simon Squealer. I didn't have

读书总比听那些垃圾要好。 所以我想知道西蒙为什么给我打电话。 “今天我们请到了畅销书作家、畅销报纸《啮齿动物公报》的出版人杰罗尼莫·斯蒂尔顿，”主持人开始喋喋不休地说。 “是的，你上电视了，斯蒂尔顿!”他说完。 我一饮而尽。我吗?在收音机里? "你，你，你在广播里说了什么?"我结结巴巴地说。 西蒙只是咯咯地笑了。“真是个抓爪子的人。 是你安排这次采访的!”他笑着说。 “记得你星期五给我打过电话吗?” 你说你有一些有趣的八卦要告诉公众? 你有什么大秘密吗? 好吧，去吧。我的听众在等我。 这是什么?”我咬了我的胡子，这太疯狂了。 我从没给西蒙·斯奎拉打电话。 我没有

any juicy secrets to reveal to the public. "I really don't, um, have anything to um, say..." I mumbled. But Squealer wouldn't let me go. "Don't be shy, you rascal," he insisted. "Come on, tell us everything. Every shocking detail!" I didn't know what to do. Should I make up some gossip? Should I come up with some terrible scandal? Nothing juicy ever happens to me. My sister, Thea, always tells me I'm as boring as a slice of plain American at a gourmet cheese shop! No, I couldn't make up a story. But I had to do something. Quickly, I grabbed a handkerchief from my pocket and I put it over the phone. Then I pretended there was static over the

任何要向公众透露的有趣的秘密。 “我真的，嗯，没什么要说的……” 我咕哝道。但是斯奎拉不让我走。 “别害羞，你这个流氓，”他坚持说。 “来吧，把一切都告诉我们。 每一个令人震惊的细节!”我不知道该怎么办。 我要不要编点八卦? 我是不是该编造一些可怕的丑闻? 我身上从来没有发生过什么有趣的事。 我姐姐，西娅，总是说我就像美味奶酪店的一块普通美国人一样无聊!不，我编不出故事。 但我必须做点什么。 我迅速地从口袋里掏出一块手帕，把它放在电话上。 然后我假装有静电干扰

line. "SORRY, I think we must have a bad connection," I lied. Then I hung up. My sister may think I lead a boring life, but today was not one bit boring. It was getting wackier by the minute. First an old mouse clocks me over the head with her umbrella. Then an old friend chews me out. And now this. I didn't know what to make of it. Un-be-liev-a-ble!

线。“对不起，我想一定是信号不好。”我撒了个谎。 然后我挂断了电话。我姐姐可能认为我过着无聊的生活，但今天一点也不无聊。 每一分钟都变得越来越古怪了。 首先，一只老老鼠用她的雨伞敲我的头。 然后一个老朋友把我骂了一顿。 现在是这个。我不知道该怎么做。 Un-be-liev-a-ble !