32-BACK AT MY DESK

BACK AT MY DESK Next morning, I was back at my desk. Phone calls, faxes, e-mail... it felt as if I had been away for a whole month, not for just a few days! My sister flew into my office like a tornado. "Take a look at this!" she shrieked, throwing a bunch of photos on my desk. "You can see the castle, the staircase, the courtyard, even the cobwebs. But I do not have one picture of any of the guests!" she squeaked, "I wonder how those rotten bats did it?!" I picked up my magnifying glass. Then I examined each picture. "You're right," I agreed. "The castle looks deserted." Thea stamped her paws. "I cannot believe

this! Now I have to give back the money I got from The Daily Rat for my story!" she grumbled. I tried not to laugh out loud. Serves her right for trying to work for the slimy Daily Rat, I thought. "Maybe the legend about the ghosts living in that castle really is true after all," I said. My sister just rolled her eyes. "Oh, Geronimo," she smirked. "You're so gullible." Then she placed her elbows on my desk. "By the way, have I ever told you about Mousehara?" she whispered.