11-POOR TRAP!

POOR TRAP! "Let's explore the castle while they are having their meal," I whispered. The long hallways were dark and spooky. Flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls. A thick layer of dust and cobwebs covered the furniture and many paintings. "Poor Uncle Trap! I wonder what's happened to him!" SOBBED Benjamin, blowing his nose. He really is such a sweet, sensitive mouse.

Meanwhile, Thea was busy snapping pictures right and left. "These cobwebs are perfect. just perfect!" she squeaked. "I couldn't have asked for a better shot! This is going to be the scariest article ever! I wonder what I should call it? Maybe BLOOD IN TRANSRATANIA?" she said thoughtfully. "Or how about THE CASTLE OF BAD BLOOD?" I clutched my stomach. "Please do not mention that word," I whispered. Thea smirked. "What word, big brother?" she remarked. "You mean, BLOOD? As in blood drive, blood sausages, and let's not forget bloodhound?" I began to turn pale. All of a sudden, a dark shadow loomed in front of us.