It was stinky, just like me.

I left the airport exhausted. It was already

late at night. I was dying to reach my hotel.

Outside it was pouring rain. I looked

around for the mouse who was supposed to

meet me from the Trust Me, You’ll Like

It! travel agency.

I spotted a slimy-looking rat carrying a

sign:

SAN SHABBY FUR ISLAND

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WELCOME,

gerattimo Stilton.

Trust Me, You’ll Like It!