33-MOUSEHARA, MOUSEHARA, MOUSEHARA!

MOUSEHARA, MOUSEHARA, MOUSEHARA! I sat up straight. Uh-oh. This was the second time I had heard the word Mousehara. Something told me my sister had been talking to Trap. "What about Mousehara?" I asked cautiously. Just as I thought, My sister had been talking to my cousin. She told me about the great idea he had. She could do a special report on the secrets of the Mousehara Desert. She could do an interview with the chief of the Mousareg, mysterious blue rats who lived there. "I can just see the headline already! Mousehara, Mousehara.

Mousehara!" Thea squeaked. "Oh, and of course you'd have to come with me," she added. I put my head in my paws. "THIS IS NOT HAPPENING," I groaned. "First, you drag me off to Transratania, the coldest place on the island, with fog thicker than cream cheese, and now..." I stopped to catch my breath. "And now you want me to go to the Mousehara? Do you know it is the hottest place on the island? The temperatures reach 120 degrees in the shade! You can fry an egg on top of a rodent's head there!" My sister twirled her whiskers. "Gerry, dear,

SPECIAL ISSUE: MOUSEHARA THE RODENT'S GAZETTE DOSSIER Truths and lies about the blue rats! COOKING Eat with the Mousareg! Exotic recipes with spicy cheese. HEALTH How to survive in 120° Fahrenheit in the shade. The blue rats reveal all! From our special reporter, Thea Stilton VACATION Sun, sand, and palms in the oases of Mousehara. ADVENTURE The Mousehara Trophy. "STUNG BY A HUMONGOUS SCORPION, AND I AM STILL HERE TO TELL THE TALE!" says the chief of the Mousareg!