08-I THOUGHT YOU HATED BIKES

I THOUGHT YOU HATED BIKES I decided to call my sister, Thea. She is a special correspondent for my newspaper, The Rodent's Gazette. Thea loves to pick on me. And she loves to give me advice. "Hello, it's me," I said when she picked up the phone. Immediately, my sister started giggling. "Gerry!" she chuckled, "You were looking pretty sharp yesterday on that motorcycle. I saw you on the corner of Blue Cheese Avenue and Fur Line Drive. That was some WHEELE you pulled. When did you get the cycle? I thought you hated bikes." I sighed. Even my own sister thought she

had seen me. But, of course, it wasn't me on that bike. I hate motorcycles more than the double-decker roller coaster at Scampertown Fair! I told Thea the whole story. She listened carefully. Then she hung up on me. I couldn't believe it. My own sister didn't even want to talk to me! Five minutes later, the phone rang again. It was Thea. "I've made an appointment for you with a psychiatrist," she said. "I'll pick you up right away." The psychiatrist's name was Dr. Furry feelgood. He had thick glasses and a funny little beard. A sign on his wall read, DON'T WORRY, KEEP SQUEAKING! I began to tell him my story. "What do you make of it, Doctor?" I finished anxiously. He crossed his paws over his belly, "This looks like a SPLIT PERSONBUTY CASE...

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...SPLIT PERSONALITY CASE very serious very serious," he concluded. "You don't remember the things you have done... the things you have done... whom you have met... whom you have met... it is as if there were two Geronimo Stiltons... two Geronimo Stiltons ...this may take years of therapy... years of therapy." I shook my head. Was he repeating himself? Or was I hearing double, too? WHO KNOWS? I left the office feeling discouraged. Even Dr. Feelgood couldn't make me feel good. You don't remember the things you have done... the things you have done... fclnef. whom you have met... whom you have met...