Dear Reader,

After the worst blizzard Mouse Island has seen in years, the streets are plowed, the sidewalks are shoveled, and we here at The Rodent’s Gazette are finally able to deliver our paper once more.

The night the blizzard hit, yours truly was behind his desk, working late. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew Biff Whiskers, the night janitor, was shaking me awake and telling me we were snowed in.

Whiskers pointed out the window, and I squeaked with surprise. Snowdrifts were piled up to our second floor window. It looked like a ski slope outside.

“Holey cheese,” I said. “We’re trapped.”

We made the best of it. There was a fridge full of cheese in the office kitchen, enough to last the two of us for a few days if necessary. We played a lot of cards and checkers.

After a while, we did go a little stir-crazy. Biff found me typing All work and no play makes Geronimo a dull mouse over and over again. And we did chase each other around with brooms for several hours.

But by the time the city workers dug us out, our snouts were yellow from too many mozzarella milk shakes and we were arm in arm singing, “You’re my best mouse.”

Quite an adventure, and we never even left the building! Biff Whiskers and I are living proof that blizzards can bring mice together.

Yours truly,

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