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I scratched my head. What could

it mean? I sat down on a stone that

looked like a seesaw to think.

Suddenly, it began to move.

A big hole opened up in the

ground. Now, where did that lead?

I am not a brave mouse, but my

curiosity got to me. I decided to take a

little peek. But as soon as I set paw in the

hole, the stone closed over my head. I was

stuck like a rat in a trap!

“HEEEEEEEEEELP” I screeched. Oh, how do

I always get myself into these terrifying

situations? I’m a good mouse. I’m

considerate. I help older rodents. I’m kind

to mouselings. Well, there was that one

time I pulled little Billy Bratfur’s tail.

But he asked for it. He was picking

on my dear nephew Benjamin.

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