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DO YOU LIKE MY

H

OUSE?

Without thinking, I let out a squeak of

Surprise.

The thief was beside me in no time. Uh-oh.

She smiled charmingly

. Her blue eyes

glittered like ice.

“So, we meet again, Geronimo Stilton.”

She grinned. “Do you like my house? Only

I could afford such a thing. A house made

of cheese is every mouse’s dream. Don’t you

agree?” she cooed.

I frowned. Who would want to live in a

house built out of stolen cheese?

“Well, it’s not my dream,” I squeaked.

The Shadow just shrugged. “Oh, who cares

what you think, anyway?” She snickered.