老鼠记者 · 7-Red Pizzas for a Blue Count
LOOK OVER THERE! Everything turned black. When I came to, Thea and Benjamin were standing over me, "Really, Geronimo, you have to stop doing that. You are such a wimp!" my sister scolded. Benjamin was staring at his new Mega Mouse watch. "It's dawn," he whispered. "The hunchback should be coming back to check on us soon." Just as he finished talking, the hunchback appeared in front of us. "EVERYTHING READY FOR THE GUEST AERRIVAL?" Thea answered for everyone. "Everything is just perfect!" she squeaked. The hunchback yawned. "VERY WELL I CAN FINALLY GO TO SLEEP THEN. TOMORROW
WE HAVE TO GET UP VERY EARLY AT FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON!" he moaned, slinking off to his bedroom. Something was definitely wrong with these rodents. Why did they sleep all day and stay up all night? It didn't make sense. By now, we were all feeling down in the dumps. How would we ever find Trap again? The castle was so large. It could take us weeks just to search one floor! Benjamin was the first to notice the red stain. "L-L-L- Look over there!" he stammered, pointing to a large red puddle on the floor. It seemed to be oozing out from under a closed door. We approached on tiptoe. "Shhh. no squeaking!" whispered Thea. "This could be ugly." All of a sudden, the door flew open. My
sister was right, it was ugly. There in the middle of the room stood Trap. He was covered in BLOOD from head to toe! The red stain was spreading in wider and wider circles around him. "Trap!" I shrieked. He moved a paw, squirting red liquid all over the place. "Oh, hey there, Mouseykins!" he called. "Glad you all decided to hang out. Tonight's menu is going to be to die for!" He turned around, whistling, and took a steaming pot out of the oven. I looked around. We were in the castle's kitchen.
