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it was evening and the red sun sat on the ocean like a cherry on top of a piece of cheesecake up in the sky. White fluffy clouds of whipped cream floating around. What a delicious view! I sighed. But just as I was beginning to enjoy it, I heard a mouse screaming. Yeah, we, that rotten stone was trying to kill me. It was my cousin's voice. The and I rushed to help him. What happened? What is it? We squeak together Trap was leaping around on one paw. This rotten stove keeps jumping up and down like a teenage mouse at a wild whiskers concert! Shrieked my cousin, massaging his toe. I burned my paw with the clam sauce. He slumped onto the padded sofa to check out his toe. Maybe you two can set the table at least trap, continued. While you've been up on deck, enjoying the fresh air. I've been busting my tail down here. He closed his eyes and yawned. Must I do everything? I gave the clam sauce a good sniff as thea mixed it into the pasta. Now, I know why, in medieval times they poured boiling oil on their enemies from the castle walls wind, my cousin! He cradled his burnt paw protectively. Why trap? I didn't know you were so cultured, I remarked, filling my plate. My cousin smirked. What culture? I got that from a cartoon on tv. He scoffed. You can find everything on tv. You know? Yes, of course you can, I answered absentmindedly. I was sniffing at the sauce again. Are you sure? These claims are fresh? What do you mean? Fresh? Of course, their fresh trap insisted cross my heart. It's just that they smell sort of like a skunk at a cheap perfume counter I offered. My cousin, jumped off the sofa. Are you calling me a liar? He shouted. I told you they were fresh as fresh can be. If you don't believe me fine. I guess you just enjoy hurting my feelings. Theo grabbed a slice of bread and head for the stairs. It's my turn to stand watch. She tripped racing away. I hesitated for a moment, then began to eat very slowly. I don't think I'll have any clams after all. I lost my appetite said trap, nibbling some bread and cheese. At 2:00 that morning I woke up with a horrible stomachache. I dashed to the bathroom, my glasses dangling off my snout. Seconds later I tripped over the bath mat, banged my snout on the medicine cabinet and plopped onto the toilet. Suddenly I had a horrible thought, Could it be the claims that had made me sick? Just then the bathroom door open wide, looking half asleep trapped, peered into the bathroom. Then he covered his nose with both paws. What are you up to building some kind of stink bomb? He coughed. Theo, woken up by all the noise joined us. She sized up the situation in an instant, spit out the truth trap! Demanded my sister. Where did you really buy those clams? My cousin was silent. He stared down to the carpet. Um, well, I bought them in the fish department at the frozen food counter. He confessed with a guilty look frozen, I squeaked. But you told me there were fresh clams traps stood up straight. Well, yes, of course they were fresh at one time. The frozen clams were a special offer. The mouse who sold them to me last month told me to eat them that same day or they would spoil. But of course I didn't take him seriously. You know these sales mice, they always tend to exaggerate squeak trap sales mice. My paw! I cried, do you realize you could have killed me with that poison? You should get a job as a chef at a cafeteria for cats. I tried to grab him but it ended up stumbling over a roll of toilet paper instead. Why? Oh! Why have we brought him along?