You Need a

Vacation!

In August, the air on Mouse Island is as hot

and sticky as a melting cheese stick. Sweat

dripped off my whiskers and splat onto

the asphalt under my bicycle wheels.

“I’m frying like a feta

fritter under this sun!” I cried,

panting as I pedaled slowly up
a hill.

All around me, New Mouse

City rodents were beating

the heat any way they could:

some mice walked close to the walls to

get some shade, others waved fans, and

some POURED cold water from street fountains right over their ears!

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