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“The most important thing is that now I

have everything I want. A fabumouse house,

a nice car, expensive clothes. I’m rich,

rich, rich!

What more could a mouse

want?”

I shook my head. How sad. The Shadow

had no idea what she was missing out on. I

mean, it’s fabumouse to have nice things, but

what about friends and family? Weren’t

they important, too?

“Um, well, money is nice . . . Shadow,” I

began. “But wouldn’t it be nicer if you

had some friends to share all your cheese

with? And what about the needy rodents in

the world? Wouldn’t it be great if you could

use some of your money to feed an orphanage

of hungry mice?”

The Shadow smiled beneath her

whiskers. “Oh, Geronimo Stilton. You

DO YOU LIKE MY HOUSE?