SEWER RAT ATTACKS
MURRAY'S CHEESE SHOP
Hero Saves the Day
By Blasco Tobasco
NEW MOUSE CITY — Residents of New Mouse City can never agree
when it comes to their favorite subject: Cheese, and where
to buy it. Some are partial to The World of Cheese. Some think
Miceway rules. But everyone agrees that Murray's Cheese Shop
is a noble institution, and that any rodent should feel honored
to cross its threshold. The smell alone is worth the price
Murray's got it all. We're not talking your average American
yellow. We're talking gorgonzola, billy goat cheese, and the
best fresh mozzarella on earth (according to a fiercely loyal
minority). Last night it was almost curtains for this landmark
of the New Mouse City cheese scene.
Roderick Cheddars, the seventy-five-year-old owner, was busy
closing up for the evening. Suddenly, while sweeping up some
romano crumbs, he was smacked in the back of the head with
a huge hunk of parmesan (and you know that's no soft cheese).
"It came out of nowhere. I felt a sharp pain. Everything
went black. That was it," the old cheesemonger said.
He knew nothing more.
Fortunately, Emmit Furfist heard the commotion. His gym,
Crunchers, is three doors down from Murray's. "I heard
glass breaking and smelled the most delicious aroma waft into
the street," Emmit said. "I knew it could only mean
The fearless Emmit ran over and confronted the intruder,
a large sewer rat who was frantically stuffing money and cheese
into his suitcase. Emmit knocked the criminal off balance
with a well-aimed wheel of triple crème brie, then
toppled him into a vat of fresh ricotta. Emmit dialed 911
on his cell phone, and guarded the swimming sewer rat until
the police came.
"How can I ever thank you?" Mr. Cheddars cried
when he finally came to. He gazed in confusion at Emmit, and
then at the pawcuffed sewer rat, who had been fished out of
the vat and was dripping ricotta all over the nice clean floor.
"How about all-I-can-eat FREE top-of-the-line cheese
for the rest of my life?" Emmit suggested jovially, slapping
Mr. Cheddars hard on the back.
Mr. Cheddars did not look amused.
TO LIVING A FABUMOUSE LIFE
Special Correspondent Thea Stilton
CITY— Rodents everywhere keep asking me: "How do you
do it? You are so cosmousepolitan. So full of energy. Where
do you get your unique sense of style? How do you meet so
many sweethearts? Why is everything about you so rat-sionable?"
So, due to popular demand, here are my tips for living a
more fabumouse life, for both female and male rodents of New
Mouse City. Big hint number one: it's not about buying all
the hippest clothes and other stupid things. It's about how
you feel about yourself!
The Big Cheese: What's Your Name?
Does your name have character? Chances are, it does. Take
my name for example: Stilton. It's a superbly classy and distinctive
bleu cheese. If your name is less than fabumouse, think about
taking on a nickname that suits your inner mouse. At the same
time, you should be proud of your name, whatever it is, and
of your family (if you aren't already). Family is the best,
even though individual family members can be annoying. My
brother has a saying: The hearts of two mice who love each
other will always stay connected. Don't forget it!
Are You In Shape? Or Are You a Blob of Mozzarella?
It's important for rodents of all shapes and sizes to stay
fit. Can you run around at top speed? Or are you always lagging
behind? Can you jump at least three feet in the air? If the
answer is no, you'd better start lifting weights and taking
mouse-aerobics! Whatever you do, don't just sit on the couch
eating cheese balls in front of the TV all day. There's a
whole world of interesting stuff happening out thereso
get with it!
Are You Confident? Or Are You a Big Wimp?
Do you think you're something special, or just a piece of
average boring American cheese? Try to listen to the unique
squeak inside you. Even if you suspect you're a scaredy mouse
at heart, try to be bold and brave for a change. Taste a new
type of cheese you never thought you'd like. Be adventurous!
Speak your mind and learn to like yourself. Every rodent is
specialdon't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Fabumouse rodents have no time for cheesebrains who complain
all day. We fabumice surround ourselves with people and things
that make us happy. Do what you love and the cheese will follow.
Try it-it's not as hard as you think!
Editor's note: At press time, we are still unsure of Thea's
whereabouts. But we are confidently awaiting her safe return.
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