08-AH, THE SEA

AH, THE SEA... As soon as Pinky left, I called my travel agency, THE WANDER RAT. Ms. Samantha Sweetpaws answered the phone. "Mr. Stilton," she cooed. "I'm sending you to the most fabumouse place! It's

called Happy Tail Island. It's one of the Hamster Islands—far, far away from civilization. You'll be on a beautiful private beach. The water is CRYSTAL CLEAR. The coral reef is teeming with fish. And the view is spectacular. You leave tomorrow at seven A.M. sharp!" I clapped my paws. The place sounded perfect. A quiet beach all to myself! I couldn't wait to leave. I'd had enough of this rat race. That evening, I packed my suitcase. I put in a swimsuit, flippers, goggles, sunglasses, and suntan lotion. I would take my laptop, too, so I could write in peace. And, of course, I would bring lots and lots of books.

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I love to read on vacation. As I packed, I began to sing. "AH, THE SEA, THERE'S NOTHING LIKE THE sea...."