24-WHO IS HE？WHO COULD HE BE？

WHO Is HE? WHO COULD HE BE? The guests couldn't stop whispering about Trap. My cousin ran back to the kitchen to finish cooking. "So much for royalty," he chuckled as he Chopped up a block of Swiss cheese. "Those stuck-up snouts couldn't keep up with me if they tried!" Moments later, we heard the young countess calling for Trap. "The first dance belongs to the hero who came to my rescue tonight! Where are you, mystery mouse?" In an instant, my cousin leaped to Snobella's side again. "Countess, I'd be honored," he said, taking her paw. The two of them waltzed around the ballroom

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while an orchestra play'ed a romantic song. My cousin held Snobella tightly. She giggled like a young schoolmouse. Around the room, the guests began to gossip. "Who is he? Who could he be?" one rat asked. "He's a football star." said a second rat. "No, he's a secret agent," said a third, Finally, one rodent got it right. "He is the cook!" she squeaked. Thea was fuming. "That WITCH! You males are all such simpletons," she huffed. Benjamin gazed with respect at the couple whirling across the dance floor. "Uncle Trap is such a good dancer!" he said with a sigh.

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