NOT THE OLYMPICS AGAIN
It was a sweltering hot summer morning. When my alarm went off ,I dragged my sorry tail out of bed and turned on the radio for the latest news.
The Olympics are about to begin, the radio announcer shoted ,and I do mean shoted ,
I rold my eyes, rat munching rattlesnakes,
The Olympics?
That's all anyone in new mouse city ever talks about! It's always sports , sports, sports
Why doesn't anyone ever get excited
about the latest book on New-Ratonic
Comparative philosophy ?I said with a sigh.
I flipped through the newspaper and so a huge headline only 3 days to the Olympics
Moldy mozzarella, the Olympics again,
I snorted. I left my mouse hold and had it for the office. What was the first thing I saw?
Workers putting up and enormous TV screen right in the middle of town why? So everyone could watch the Olympics leave of course! I got to the office and so that everybody was abuzz.
They were all talking about the Olympics of course!
So I logged myself in my peaceful office you see, I am a bit of a book mouse.
Oops, that reminds me ----I almost forgot to tell you! My name is Stilton Geronimo Stilton.
I am the publisher and editor in chief of the rodents gazette.
The most popular newspaper on mouse Island
I was settled in reading a manuscript when suddenly, I heard the role of the motor approaching
There was only one mouse I knew who would there make that much noise in my nice quite office,,,,,,,,,