Chapter 18 Motorcycle mouse-4

As night fell to Classroom 5, it became even darker in Malice's boots.Suddenly Ralph heard the music, and then the lights came on, and a man with a transistor radio strapped to his belt came in, and he turned the chairs upside down on the table and swept them with a big broom. get up.The radio played one sentimental song after another: what a lonely road, what a broken heart, what a prison, and so on. The songs bored and annoyed Ralph, and he felt sorry for himself—the long hall was dark and empty, and it would be nice to ride a motorcycle, without which his heart was "broken." Heart"; staying in this broken boot is like being put in a "prison".

Unexpectedly, when the man swept to the back of the classroom, he picked up Malice's boots and put them side by side.Ralph was thrown down on the sole of his boot.He squatted and shivered nervously for a while, feeling sorry for himself, until his ears told him: The man put the chair back on the floor, turned off the light, and left. Ralph was a rat, so he found sleeping at night almost impossible.Without the old clock striking the time, the night seemed endless. "Why am I sitting in this prison-smelling boot when everyone treats me mean?" Ralph asked himself.The world was so cruel to him that he found a reason to break his promise to Jean.So, he grabbed the lining of his boots with his sharp claws and crawled out, jumped out in a few strokes, and squeezed to the door of the fifth classroom.No one can stop him from going on an adventure at Evan Jay Snead Elementary School.

Ralph stared longingly down the cold, clean corridors of the great hall.He felt that it might be more interesting and cheaper to go exploring than to stay here.In the fourth classroom, he found some strange pictures spread out on the floor under the blackboard. These pictures were made of various plant seeds glued to the cardboard and were drying.Ralph had a very nutritious meal; broken peas, rice, and lentils.Then he ran into another room, where he found an uncovered bottle of library paste—delicious.There was another room next to the kitchen, with long tables and benches, where he bit into a sugar bag and enjoyed a dessert.

After a good meal, Ralph ran and jumped across the hall.If it weren't for Jean being such a rascal, it would be nice to ride a motorcycle here.He came to a carpeted room with bookshelves lining the walls. Ralph decided that it would be boring for mice.However, he suddenly discovered that there was something strange on the bookshelf behind a large table. It turned out to be a book wrapped in two layers of brown paper. A hole had been torn in the outer layer, and something he hadn't thought of was exposed inside the hole... Ralph couldn't believe his important discovery: between the two layers of paper was a natural rat's nest!Ralph pulled out a mass of soft fabric from inside and examined it—first quality, first-rate rat nest.He made the opening a little wider and crawled in, curling up in what he thought was the most comfortable bed so far.

Ralph intended to take a rest in it and figure out how to get the motorcycle back from Jean's hand, but he was so full that he was a little sleepy and actually fell asleep.The school shuttle woke him up, and he slipped back into classroom five just in time.At this moment, his former friend was hanging up his coat. Ralph climbed into Jean's legs and into his shirt, "Give me the motorcycle. he ordered, trying to make his voice as harsh as possible. Jean turned immediately to the corner so that no one could see Ralph. "Be quiet, you shouldn't be here." Jean gently said, "As I said, I'll return it to you after you finish running the maze."

"Who said I was going to run away?" Ralph was annoyed at the mention of it. "I said, if you want your motorcycle back." Jean tried to keep his lips still. "Where's the car?" Ralph wanted to know. "Right here." Jean pulled the motorcycle out of his coat and put it in a shirt pocket. "Now, get back in your boots." Ralph said, "Don't call it my boot, it's dirty and smelly." "If I keep you in my pocket, can you not talk?" "Of course." The shirt is warm and soft, and if you bite a small hole in the pocket, you can see the whole class clearly.

Jean put him in his pocket and said, "And one more thing, don't bite holes in my pockets. My mother was not happy when she saw the holes in the red shirt I was wearing yesterday." "We'll see," thought Ralph.He was determined not to be lulled to sleep by Jean's thumping, thumping heartbeat until he found a way to get the motorcycle back.In order to see everything in the classroom, Ralph still bit a lookout hole in Jean's pocket horizontally and vertically. Although Ralph didn't understand, he watched the whole class doing arithmetic and writing with interest.When it was almost noon, the students went quietly to the librarian, where they had to choose various books to read.This was something Ralph hadn't seen before, and Ralph wondered, why couldn't the mice do the same?

After finding the books he needed, he took out the little red motorcycle from his pocket and started to play alone, walking around on the table, while softly making a sound of "Bah, ba, ba, ba...".Ralph's heart was about to break. The most interesting part of the day was the afternoon, when the whole class was preparing for what they called the "Lively Mouse Class Meeting" upcoming programs.Miss Carter read a poem that Ralph found difficult to understand, something like "a shiny, timid little animal" or something.Some students are doing something with crayons and paper.Ralph saw strange pictures of his likeness.They all made Ralph very large, except one boy who first drew a mouse almost as big as the drawing paper, and then drew a small mouse in the lower corner.

There are also some boys and girls who bend over and write on their respective papers for a while, then stop to chew on their pencils, and then continue to write.The strangest thing was the behavior of the other children: nodding their heads, tapping their pencils at the same time, and whispering "Boom, Boom, Boom" or "Boom, Boom..." The voice sounded a bit like an Indian war era dance song, in an old movie I saw on TV.Ralph was even more confused. In the back of the room, Jean and Bride are working on something with glue and cardboard at a table.They moved back and forth, and Ralph's lookout was too small to see what they were doing.Apparently, they themselves didn't know exactly how to lose, as they argued about how to make the partition wall and how high it should be ("We don't want to stop him from seeing, even when he's standing on his hind paws.") And How long and how many dead ends should be.The most noisy thing is the difficulty of the maze.

"We're going to make it harder for him," Brad said. Brad's disheveled hair, dirty T-shirt, and above all his unfriendly demeanor made Ralph dislike him. "Don't make it too difficult," Jean said. Brad said, "Hey, it'll be fun to get some tunnels and flaps." "It's not like that in a real maze, it's not fair," objected Jean. "He's just a little mouse, and we haven't figured out how to build a partition wall yet." "You're afraid he won't make it through," Brad said. "Of course he can go," said Jean, who was still faithful.

"But what if I can't make it through?" Ralph was worried. "What if my nose always hits a dead end?" How did he step down after bragging for a long time?A terrible thought came to Ralph's mind: if he failed, everyone would laugh at him, and maybe Jean wouldn't get the motorcycle back. Ralph decided that the only way out was to climb the table at night and practice a bit, and he would memorize the maze by heart.That way he can get through without bumping his nose once. As soon as Ralph made up his mind, part of the maze collapsed, for he resigned, "Look, I told you it wouldn't work." Brad lost confidence and said, "Okay, you're smart, then you can make a silly hat maze for your silly hat mouse. I'll write poetry instead." "You don't like to write poetry," Jean reminded him. "I'd rather write poetry than do a silly hat maze for your silly hat mouse," Brad replied. "His name should be D. Ralf the Mouse. D stands for silly hat." Jean said, "Okay, do what you want, but I don't understand why you are so angry." Great, thought Ralph, Jean will make it easy. When the school bell rang, Jean asked to take the maze home and make it, because he hadn't figured out how to erect the partition wall. "Of course." Miss Ka told him.This disrupted Ralph's plan to practice in advance. "If you and Brad work together, I hope you can become good friends." Miss Ka's voice was higher than the noise of children scrambling for coats and hats. "Students, I have some amazing news——" And she announced, "There's a reporter from the Voice of Quecca Richard who heard we're having a meeting and she wants to write a story for the paper. She's coming on Friday afternoon, and there's a photojournalist too." .” Although Cuicaricha was formed during the gold rush era, it is still a small town, and news spreads quickly. There was a roar of excitement.The photos of the students in class five are about to appear in the newspaper. Jean dragged Ralph out of his pocket.Ralph asked in the tiniest of voices, "Any chance I'll have a practice run for that thing before Friday?" "It's cheating," he said, making his lips stiff. "It's like looking at a paper before an exam." "Just a little glance, will you?" Ralph coaxed back. "No." Jean fiddled Ralph into Malice's boots, and ran to drive the car. Ralph scrambled around the bend to where the toes of his boots lay, and sat thinking in the dusty and musty darkness.This was the first time after leaving the small shop, and he began to wonder: Are people in his hometown missing him?