I was lying on the psychiatrist’s

couch

. It was made of soft, fluffy cat fur. But

I wasn’t very comfortable. I was worried.

“How serious is it, Dr. Shrinkfur?” I

murmured, chewing my whiskers.

The doctor leaned back in his chair. “Ach,

first I haff to know more,” he

squeaked in his funny accent.

“Vhen did zis thing start?”

I sighed. I was never the

bravest mouse on the block.

In fact, I guess you could say

I’ve always been a bit of a ’fraidy mouse.

I’ve never enjoyed spooky holidays like

Halloween. I hide in my mouse hole on the

HOW SERIOUS IS IT,

DR. SHRINKFUR?

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Boo!