It was a Chilly evening in November. I was at home, sprawled out on my favourite pawchair in front of a cozy fire. It had been one LONG week. I had been running my tail off at the newspaper.
*URGENT LETTER FOR MR. GERONIMO STILTON*
I shuffled to my front door.
"Who is it?" I squeaked NERVOURSLY.
It was after ten p.m. Who would be ringing my doorbell so late?
"MAIL!" yelled a high-pitched voice on the other side.
Mail? In the middle of the night ?
"URGENT letter for Mr. Geronimo Stilton. Can you please open the door? I need your signature," the voice continued.
I opened the door, signed a form, then returned to my pawchair to read the LETTER. It said:
I was thinking about what I would do with a cheese-scented Mountain bike (I'm not a great biker) when the phone RANG.
*RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNMNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!*
Once again I jumped a foot, this time FLINGING the letter in the air.
So much for a relaxing night!
*HELLO! HELLO! HELLO!*
As soon as I picked up the phone, a mouse began SQUEAKING my ear off.
"Hello! Hello! Hello! I'm Cindy from squeakman's Buy-O-Rama Superstore and do I have some GREAT news for you!" she gushed. " You are the lucky winner of a Free gifts card to use at our new store!
*CONGRATULATIONS*
Just present the Card and you'll receive a FREE pair of Squeakman's super-strectchy suspenders!"
I tried to explain that I prefer wearing a BELT, but she cut me off.
MOLDY MOZZARELLA, that mouse could squeak! She insisted that I write down a SECRET CODE that would allow me to collect my prize.
But while trying to get a notepad, I TRIPPED on the phone cord and fell flat on my snout!
* KABOOM*
Forget the suspenders–– I might need a pair of crutches! I thought as Cindy rattled off my SECRET CODE. then she chirped good-bye and HUNG UP before I had a chance to write it down
"THANKS," I murmured, still lying on the floor.
A few seconds later the phone rang again.
*RIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!*
So much for a RELAXING night!