We were all in a panic. We couldn’t keep

driving. We were terribly lost.

“Geronimo, do som

whispered to me. “Maybe you can go out

and look for help.”

I turned pale. Me? Go out into

the deep, dark woods? I’d rather cut off

my tail. Well, OK, maybe not my tail. Maybe

my whiskers. Or maybe just some fur.

“Wh-wh-why m-m-m-me?” I stammered.

My sister gave me a look. “Oh, stop being

such a scaredy mouse, Geronimoid,” she

scolded. “I’d go myself but I haven’t

showered. What if I ran into a cute mouse?”

I rolled my eyes. My sister goes on more

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