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WHO WILL BE
THE NEXT MAYOR OF NEW MOUSE CITY?
Race Kicks Off with Cheese Tasting
By Tylerat Truemouse
NEW MOUSE CITY The rat race is officially on. There are
eight months remain until Election Day, and the candidates
are all getting excited and trying to out-cheese each other
in every way they can. Last night at the Town Hall Cheese
Tasting, they had their first big opportunity to prove themselves.
Naturally, The Rodents Gazette was on the scene
to find out what our readers want to know: WHICH CANDIDATE
HAS THE BEST TASTE?
Candidates were blindfolded and presented with a selection
of cheeses. They were asked to taste a cheese, identify it,
and rate it for flavor, aroma, and overall quality.
Heres a look at the top candidates responses:
Thumbelina Twitchit: She was able to identify the Maytag bleu
(impressive), but called it only mildly interesting,
somewhat smelly, and of ho-hum quality.
John Mousey: He immediately misidentified the St. Andre, calling
it brie, and went on and on about its creamy
beauty, delicate nose, and excellent
George Bigrat: He was unable to identify the cheddar (!),
saying it was some kind of orange cheese, absolutely
without smell, and said it tasted just OK.
Well, if last nights Cheese Tasting affair is any indicator,
theres still a long way to go before the citizens of
New Mouse City can feel confident about choosing their new
leader. Rodents of taste, who would like to run for mayor,
now is the time to step forward!
MOUSE A HERO
Pawedly Pulls Father from the Waves
By Larry Keys
BEACH Sunday started out as a beautiful day. Clear, sunny
skies; a gentle breeze. But in a moment, all that changed.
Nine-year-old Harry Havarti had been begging his dad, Herman
Havarti, to take him to the beach for weeks. Hed been
swimming laps at the local pool every day. His dream was to
become a surfer or a lifeguard.
Finally, on Sunday, Mr. Havarti relented. They packed a cooler
with cheddar cheese sandwiches, cheese puffs, and cans of
lemonade. They remembered towels, hats, and sunscreen. They
They drove the 25 miles to Mousefort Beach without incident,
Harry dreaming of the water, Herman unusually silent. I
felt like my dad was hiding something, but I didnt want
to pry, Harry said.
When they arrived at the beach, all was calm. In fact, there
was no one at the beach AT ALL. Unfortunately, Harry and Mr.
Havarti hadnt noticed the sign that was posted in the
parking lot: Flash Storm Warning: Youd Be a Cheddarbrain
to Go Swimming Today!
Harry was thrilled that they had the whole beach to themselves.
He ran ahead and staked out the best spot for their towels
and cooler. And then he ran for the shore.
Mr. Havarti waded in a few feet and watched Harry swim and
dive for shells. Come on in, Dad! The waters great!
Harry remembers yelling.
At that moment, disaster struck. Without warning, the sky
grew dark. The wind began to blow harder. The waves grew bigger.
MUCH bigger. Harry broke to the surface and all around him
were mountainous peaks the size of Cheddar Crag. DAD!
he yelled. DAD!
Suddenly Harry spotted two ears poking out of the water at
the bottom of an enormous wave. He summoned all his strength
and dove. He managed to grab his dad in the life-saving grip
hed learned at summer camp. Then, as quickly as the
storm had arisen, it ended. Harry dragged his dad to shore
and gave him mouse-to-mouse resuscitation.
Dad told me later that he couldnt swim. I never
knew that! Harry said. Mr. Havarti added, My sons
a hero. Im very lucky. Next weekend hes going
to start giving me swimming lessons.
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