11-THE HEART OF A COURAGEOUS MOUSE

THE HEART OF A COURAGEOUS MOUSE The night before our escape, I could not sleep. I missed my comfy bed at home. I missed my bright cheddar-colored sheets. I missed my great-aunt Ratsy's cozy comforter. "Just another reason to HATE traveling," I sighed to myself, tossing and turning. Moonlight filled the room. I stared at the wall. It was then that I saw the silver drawing inscribed there. "Slimy swiss Balls!!" I yelled waking up Thea. "It's a plan of this ship," I whispered. I quickly made a copy of the drawing in my diary.

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"This will help us escape," I explained. "Now we'll know exactly how to get around this monster-sized ship. See, this is one of Slobbertooth's kitchens, here is Whiskers's Lounge and Pool Room, and there are the Cozytime Catnap Quarters. I wonder who drew this plan on the wall." "Maybe a prisoner," whispered my sister, stroking the drawing. "Look, there is a date and a message here. It says 1663." I peered closer. The message was written in Squeakeeze, the ancient language spoken long ago on Mouse Island. I read it aloud: "THE HEART OF A COURAGEOUS MOUSE SHALL ALWAYS BE FREE. RODENTS, BE SMART, FOLLOW YOUR HEART!"