06-SHAME ON YOU, MR. STILTON!

SHAME ON YOU, MR. STILTON! In came Sir Ratley von Snotfur 111. Who is Sir Ratley? He's the president of the CSA. The CSA is the most exclusive club in town. THE "C" STANDS FOR CENTRAL. THE "S" STANDS FOR SNOB. AND THE "A" STANDS FOR ACADEMY. Sir Ratley took one look at me and choked. I tried to throw my clothes on, but it was too late. I was caught like a mouse in a trap. WHAT was I thinking? WHAT was I doing? WHAT happened to the sign on my door, PLEASE KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING? Sir Ratley glanced at my underwear. Then he took in my sunglasses. Then he checked out the pawkerchief wrapped around my

head. Last but not least, he stared at my pawnail up my nose. "Mr. Stilton!" he thundered. "You are a disgrace!" He showed me a gold medal and a formal letter. "Mr. Stilton, I came to present you with this medal," he sniffed. "You have been chosen MOST POLISHED MOUSE OF THE YEAR." I jumped to my paws. This was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me! I had been dreaming of getting this award for ages. "I'd like to thank the

Academy for this award," I began. But before I could finish my speech, Sir Ratley interrupted me. He ripped the medal from my paws. Now, that wasn't very polite, I thought. "After what I saw today, you can kiss this medal good-bye, Stilton!" he shrieked. "You are the most unpolished mouse I have ever seen!" His whiskers shook with disgust. "B-B-But sir, you

s-s-see, um, I m-m-mean, actually..." I stuttered. I WAS SO EMBARRASSED, EVEN MY FUR WAS BLUSHING. But Sir Ratley didn't seem to notice. He didn't care about my excuses. He had made up his mind. With one final sniff, he marched out of my office. "Shame on you, Mr. Stilton!" he squeaked. Then he slammed the door in my snout. I was CRUSHED. I took off my glasses so I could cry freely. Cheese niblets! I couldn't wait for my vacation....