Chapter 17 Motorcycle mouse-3

Ralph's nose stuck out of his pocket as Jean jumped from the car.He found himself among a group of children.All these children were wrapped in hooded coats or jackets.Whenever they greeted others from front to back, clouds of steam came out of their mouths.There was also a little cloud in front of Ralph's nose. A boy jumped out of a big yellow trailer, yelling, "Goodbye, Daddy!" Then, the big trailer started again.He went over to the dog squatting beside his father and said, "Goodbye, Fay." "Ow," replied the dog, who looked more like a kind wolf. That boy must be Brad, Ralph thought.At this time, the children were stepping on the snow on the playground, walking towards a long row of bungalows, which must be Evan Jay Snead Primary School.

After entering, you first see a lobby with a linoleum floor, which is not at all the same as the Mountain View Inn.It's roomy and smooth, without that rough carpet, so it won't wear down the already thin tires on his little red motorcycle.Ralph didn't know what to do with the day when he thought of driving through the long hall.Let night fall sooner.There's no furniture in the way, and he doesn't feel guilty about not sharing the motorcycle with his younger brothers and sisters.This hall is the sports car field that Ralph has dreamed of ever since he got a motorcycle.Here, even if he flipped the bike over, no one would see him, and he could even ride with only one rear wheel to practice his skills.

Jean entered classroom five, a room like the one Ralph had never seen before.Unlike the inn, the furnishings here are tables and chairs, not beds for sleeping.At a table at the front of the room sat a woman who Ralph knew must be Miss Carr, but where her toothpaste was. Jean put down his knapsack and hung it on a hook at the back of the room, then hung up his overcoat. "Hey, don't leave me here by myself," squeaked Ralph.Telling him to stay alone in a strange place, he panicked, "Take me with you." "Can you guarantee that you will not be exposed?" Jean whispered.

"No problem." Ralph confirmed. Jean put Ralph in the pocket of his jeans, and Ralph immediately protested: "Hey, don't put it here, this place is too crowded, and it will crush me when I sit down." "I'm sorry," Jean said, throwing it back into the breast pocket of his checked flannel shirt. No sooner had Jean taken his seat at the table than he and his fellow students stood up again, reciting some banner, all liberty, all equal, whatever that meant, and Ralph hoped the mice would have a share. Jean sat down, with books spread out, and Miss Ka was talking about some figures.Ralph listened hard through the thumping, thumping heart, and soon he got bored.Jean's shirt was new, flannel flannel and Ralph had a hole in the front of the breast pocket so he could see better.Let the dull thump, thump, of the heartbeat soothe him.Jean's breast rose and fell regularly, like a cradle, and Ralph fell asleep.Hearts don't strike on time like a big clock, so Ralph sleeps until recess, and sleeps until lunchtime, Jean not forgetting to throw Ralph in a small sandwich.

In the afternoon, Ralph woke up.He felt hot, so he squirmed and fidgeted.If a little brown mouse pokes its nose out for a moment, it may go unnoticed.So he did.After he took a few breaths, he poked his head out and looked at everything around him: everyone's heads were bowed in front of the table, except for one person.The girl had a pencil in her mouth and looked up into the air. That's funny, thought Ralph, I didn't know people gnawed too. Unexpectedly, the girl turned her head and saw Ralph just in time.Then, she patted another girl on the shoulder and pointed this way. It was too late, and Ralph jerked back into his pocket.He heard the two girls whispering first, and after a while the other children also started buzzing.God, God, Ralph felt guilty, and felt that the situation was not good, that he had broken his promise not to reveal.He got into trouble.

Miss Ka spoke. "Malice, what's bothering you?" she asked. Malice, thought Ralph, that's the girl I'm going to live in her boots. "It's nothing, Miss Ka." Malice replied. "Something seems to have happened," insisted Miss Ka. "Isn't anybody willing to tell me?" "I think... well... I saw something moving in Jean's pocket." Malice replied falteringly. "Jean, what do you have? Can you show us too?" Miss Ka asked. Ralph hurried into a corner of the pocket, as he expected, while Jean's heart was beating fast, and getting faster.

"No, it's really nothing," Jean told the teacher. The whole class discussed: "Yes, he has it." "He must have it." "I clearly saw something moving." Ralph dug his claws into his flannel shirt.At this time, Miss Ka said: "Jean, why don't you come to the front of the classroom and let us see what it is?" Ralph bit through the chest side of the pocket. As Jean walked towards the front of the classroom, he put his hand into his pocket, grabbed Ralph's tail and dragged him out. Ralph grabbed the pocket with his paws, struggled desperately, and was finally dragged out.Ralph was outraged at this treatment, and he was silent.Jean held him in the palm of his hand, and he turned his back to the class.

Anger and fear made him tremble. "What a pretty mouse!" said Miss Ka.Miss Ka is very young and very enthusiastic. She is keen to provide students with practical opportunities, no, she said: "Students, gather around and take a good look." "I'm pretty?" thought Ralph, and no man or child had ever said he was pretty.He has nothing to do with beauty. "Look at his delicate little paws," said Miss Ka. Ralph couldn't help but take a look for himself as the whole class left their seats and gathered around.To him, his paw was no different from an ordinary mouse, but when she mentioned this paw, maybe... "And those cute little ears." Miss Ka said again.

"Wow—" the children exclaimed, "he's beautiful." "He's really clean." "He's so cute!" Hmph, what do you know?Ralph looked up, no longer trembling, and turned his face shyly to the class. One child, however, did not praise Ralph. "He's just an ordinary brown mouse," "There are many such mice," he said. "Where did you get this mouse, Jean?" asked Miss Ka. "In the hotel where I'm staying," explained Jean. "He's a clever mouse named Ralph." "What's his last name?" asked a child.

"The mouse," replied Jean, "is full name S. Mouse Ralph, and the S means 'smart.'" "May I have Ralph for a while?" asked Miss Carr.Ralph found himself transferred to a softer, cleaner hand.He sat up and began trimming his beard.It's always a good show. Ralph could see that Jean was delighted to have the attention of the class. "Wow—" the children exclaimed again, "look, he looks like a cat when he dresses up." "Such a small life," Miss Ka continued, "is a small miracle." Ralph stopped pawing, stopped trimming his beard, and looked at Jean's teacher with admiration.Her long, shiny hair fell to her shoulders.The hair looked so strong that Ralph decided that it would be a good idea to use one of them to tie the exhaust pipe.

"Maybe the custodian has a cage, we can put him in it." Only Miss Ka said. Admiration suddenly turned into distrust.This wonderful woman with her useful shoulders of hair turned out to be just like other grown-ups. Jean said aloud, "I don't think Ralph will be happy in a cage." Then he told the teacher, "I'll just put him in my pocket, if you don't mind." Enough, old friend Jean. Miss Ka gently handed Ralph back to Jean, who put him back in his pocket. "Thank you for letting us all see Ralph." Ralph heard Miss Ka say this through the thumping, thumping heartbeat. Jean's heartbeat was now as calm as a well-oiled motor. "Students, would you like to draw pictures, make up stories, and write poems about mice? We can have a mouse-themed class meeting on Friday afternoon and publish everyone's work. Let, you can invite Ralph as a guest to the school Come." Miss Ka didn't know Ralph's plan to stay at school, she was just a teacher who was good at coming up with plans. Most people in the class are very interested in this suggestion, and some students think that the class meeting with the theme of mice is similar to that of painting and writing with other themes.A boy named Gordon said that he neither wanted to write nor to draw.Miss Ka suggested that he go to the library to find some information about mice and write an explanatory essay. "Jean, what do you want to do?" she asked again. "I'm going to tell you how clever Ralph is," said Jean's answer, which startled Ralph.What is he going to say to the class when it comes to motorcycles?Lalsh wouldn't ride his precious motorcycle in public. "Very well, Jean," said Miss Card, "but why not let him put on a show for us? Have you ever heard of a maze? " "It's a kind of..." said Jean, "I saw it in the Sunday Boys. You take a pencil and try to trace the space from one end of a sketch to the other. It's not easy because it will Hit a lot of dead ends." "You're quite right," said Miss Ka.When Jean answered, she had already drawn a maze on the blackboard. "Scientists test the spirituality of rats by building a maze with walls. They start the rat at one end and see how long it takes it to reach the end where the food is placed. Then do it again. If it takes less time than the last time, They just knew the mouse had experience from the previous experience. Do you think you could make a maze too?" "I would like to try." Jean replied. "Okay," said Miss Carr, "I'll bring a stopwatch and time Ralph through the maze." "I brought my Gail gun, as a flare gun," Brad offered.For the first time, he showed interest in this companionship. "Good idea," said Miss Ka. "You like to tinker with things, so you might be able to help Jean make the maze." The two children looked at each other as if they couldn't believe they could work together. "okay!" Brad agreed. In this way, Ralph will not only become the object of practice for the students in Class 5, but he will also have to conduct a learning practice himself.He didn't know if he liked the idea, especially the flare gun or something.What if he can't get through the maze faster the second time around?What if he can't find that food the first time?What if he made a fool of himself? "Of course I'm not stupid at all," thought Ralph.He changed his position again in Jean's pocket to make himself more comfortable. "I can ride a motorcycle, can't I?" But it was suspicious again, and that doubt turned into a kind of anger.Whether he is spiritual or stupid has nothing to do with others, it is entirely his own business. The school bell rang, and Jean walked to the back of the classroom to get his coat, "I don't want to do that," Lalsh poked his nose out of his shirt pocket and said, "It's because you said that that I won't run the maze." "You must do it," whispered Jean, so that no one would notice that he was talking to Ralph. "I'm a newcomer to this school, and the boys didn't pay any attention to you until I took you out of my pocket." I, therefore, you must run." Ralph became stubborn. "No, I won't." He protested. "You can't force me." Jean ignored the words. "Do you want to change your determination to stay here for a while? Then you can go back to the small inn with me." Thinking of the big, sleek lobby waiting for his motorcycle, Ralph replied, "I'm staying here. I can't put Matt out of a job." Jean looked around to make sure that no one was paying attention to him, so he took Ralph out of his pocket, put it in an overturned boot, and said, "That's it, see you tomorrow." "Who are you talking to?" a boy asked him. "Me?" Jean pretended to be nonchalant, "I didn't talk to anyone. I'm learning ventriloquism and I'm preparing for a show..." "Great," said the boy. Jean raised a hand, his fingers waggling like a little puppet talking.With barely moving lips, he asked in a squeaking voice, "What does a dandelion say to another?" Then he said in a normal voice, "I don't know." Answered, "Take me to your lawn mower." This nonsense is driving Ralph crazy. "Hey, it's (give) me the motorcycle." He ordered immediately as soon as the boy left. Jean tried to keep his lips still when he spoke, "Are you going to ride around the school? If you don't have this chance, you will get lost, or cause trouble, or be found." "That's my motorcycle," screamed Ralph at the top of his lungs. "Give it to me, now." Jean was about to leave the classroom, and he bent over to Ralph and said, "We'll talk after we finish the maze on Friday." Following this ultimatum, Jean unhooked his backpack and hurried off to the car that would take him back to the hotel on the mountain. Ralph was furious, and he bit his teeth into Malice's boots.Pooh!It's disgusting - kind of rubbery and kind of dusty.He used to think Jean was his friend, but he wasn't anymore, he was mean, he was unfair... Ralph felt terrible, he made up his mind not to run the maze in front of the fifth class, and Jean couldn't force him.Maybe he'll even hide and refuse to be their guest.In this way, Jean will understand that he should not give orders to him. Ralph sat sulking in Melissa's boots.Without his motorcycle, he was going crazy about the world in front of him.Of course, he was already a smart mouse, why bother to prove it? Ralph felt that everything was unfair and that no one loved him.