I cooked, so

you wash!

What?

and I have a few of my own. . . .”

Trap quickly closed and locked the

trunk. Then he put the key on a string

and hung it around his neck so that no

mouse could open the trunk unexpectedly.

How strange!

I was about to ask for an explanation

when he began pushing me toward

the kitchen.

“Don’t try to be sly, Cousin,” he said

shrewdly. “I did all the cooking, so

you

wash the dishes!”

I stared at the stack of dishes —

it was a

mile high

!