From the Desk of
Geronimo Stilton

Dear Reader,

There were some droopy whiskers at The Rodent’s Gazette offices this week. Our air-conditioning gave out on one of the hottest days of the summer. We opened all the windows, but there wasn’t even a breeze to rustle our fur.

But we are newspapermice, and we carried on. There were deadlines to meet!

There was also ice cream and cold drinks to be purchased, so we sent our interns scurrying out into the city.

I went on a little mission myself. I checked all the closets in the building for electric fans. In the old days, we used to have fans that plugged in, the blades spinning like propellers, and we used to hold down our papers with heavy paperweights. I still have my old Golden Cheeseball Journalism Award that I would use to hold my papers down. (My annoying cousin Trap said that was all it was good for, but what does he know? The only award he’ll ever get is for Biggest Pain in the Tail.)

My search was unsuccessful. But just as I was sitting at my desk, mopping my fur with paper towels, my nephew Benjamin ran in. His class at school had made paper fans for us!

“This way you can stay the coolest uncle,” he said. Isn’t he great?

 I used my tail to wave the fan, and I still had both paws free to type. Thanks to Benjamin and his classmates for saving the day!

Yours truly,

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