Chapter 22 Motorcycle mouse-8

Ralph was tired of dodging around, hiding in gloves and boots, stealing limb-smelling seeds from fourth-grade mosaics, and eating candy.Once he heard the children say that eating too much sugar will rot teeth.The rodent extermination campaign that was about to begin at Sneed Elementary School made him nervous, all because he had left the inn naively thinking he would save an old man by doing so.Ralph felt that it was all his fault, that it was not worth doing such a good thing. Ralph, not wanting to be seen, left Melis' boots, and slipped quietly into a bookcase under the window, where he sat behind a row of hygiene textbooks, pondering big questions: things like unfair life, There's no freedom or justice for the rats, or anything.

Ralph longed to be back at the inn, but he knew that even if he could go back, he would not be able to deal with the cynicism of his little brethren.They come up and ask to know what happened to the motorcycle, and then they say that it deserves it because he's so selfish. "I'm going somewhere else." Lalguan decided.Maybe he'll move to one of the restaurants in Cuicaricha.Now that the snow is melting, there is no longer any danger of being buried.But his feet might freeze, and he himself might drown in some muddy puddle.Because Zheng Yurang was angry, he didn't ask him for help.

Ralph certainly needed other means of transportation than feet. Ralph thought about it.If he could get his hands on pieces of the bike, if he managed to bite off one of Miss Ka's strong hairs, then he might be able to put the bike back together. It wasn't forgotten by Class Five as Ralph sat thinking about it at the back of his book, and they found the mouse question much more interesting than making sentences out of new words. The children raised their hands and asked again: "But Miss Carr, don't you think we should look for Ralph? I'm afraid someone will step on him." "Miss Carr, how are they going to investigate the rats in the school?" ?” “Miss Carr, are they going to poison Ralph?”

Miss Ka put down the chalk in her hand and gave up her plan to give a lecture. "Miss Carr," said Jean, "I'm sure we've got only one mouse here, Ralph, and he's the one who did those hunks." Jean's words gave the class hope of finding Ralph. "I know what we're going to do," Malice said. "We can try to get him to walk off the ink pad so he can leave purple footprints and we can see if he's been in the coffee shop and the library or whatever." Ralph sighed, purple footprints!This is Malice and her good idea. The students immediately pointed out that the color on the paws disappeared quickly, so Ralph had to keep going back to the ink pad. Where could there be such a mouse.No matter what, we must first find Larsi.

"Well, students," said Miss Carr, "we can do nothing until the results of the superintendent's investigation are in. If you promise to do your spelling practice in peace, I'll ask Mr. How are you going to handle this?" The students pledged.Of course they can do it quietly.When the teacher is not in the classroom, don't they do their homework quietly every time?Ralph climbed onto a book and read. As soon as Miss Ka left the classroom, Malice took precautions, opened the door, and stood guard by herself. As soon as the teacher disappeared, everyone immediately whispered.Notes fly around.Jean took out the broken motorcycle from his pocket and said to Brad, "Look what you did!"

Standing on his hind paws on top of a book, Ralph could see the wreckage of the motorcycle.The degree of damage to the motorcycle is beyond the repair of Miss Ka's hair.His motorcycle broke in two, the muffler wobbled, the spring forks were bent, and the handlebars were twisted.Ralph was uncomfortable, sad and angry. Brad frowned and asked, "Why don't you buy him another one? You're a rich kid." "Why should he buy it?" thought Ralph. "Brad broke it." "I have no money." Jean's answer surprised Brad. "Then why are you staying in a hotel all day?" Brad asked.

"Because my mom works there," Jean said, "I eat in the kitchen with the waiters." "Oh." Obviously, Brad didn't know anything about it. "Where is your father?" "I don't know." Jean was sensitive about the subject. "I want to be somewhere." "Hush!" Malice sounded the alarm, and she ran back to her seat. "All heads bent over the spelling, as quiet as mice," thought Ralph. Miss Ka walked to the front of the classroom with a smile.The students all raised their heads, waiting for her reply. "Mr. Rothman, the superintendent, called Mr. Downer this morning about the rat problem at Sneed Elementary," she told the students. "Mr. Downer said he didn't think the problem was as big as the reporters made it out to be. Mr. Rothman said it was great because the borough where the school is located doesn't even have a rodent exterminator since the 13th plan was voted on and the taxes were cut. Mr. Downer advised him not to worry. He asked Mr. Coster to put the mouse traps at night and see what happened. Mr. Rothman said that the money for 5 mouse traps in the budget is still enough."

"Mousetrap?" thought Ralph, really kidding. "Is this an 'investigation,'" someone asked, "a phone call?" Miss Ka smiled: "That's it." The students were all concerned about Ralph's safety, and each one was disappointed.They were hoping for a bit of uplifting news, like a troop of men in white uniforms and a few more days off from school. "And if Mr. Coster doesn't catch the rat, shall we write to the Voice of Quecca Richard?" Lauria asked. "Yes." Miss Ka agreed. "But what if Mr. Coster caught Lal and lost it?" someone asked.Others chimed in.

Ralph was insulted.Didn't he prove his intelligence by finding a new way to run through the maze?He knows everything about mousetrap.When he was just old enough to leave the nest, his mother took him to see a baited mousetrap in a hotel kitchen and explained to him the dangers of a mousetrap. "We'll just have to try our luck," said Miss Ka. "Let's do this first. Finish the speaking and writing exercises." Class 5 did spelling exercises all morning.At lunchtime, some girls shouted, "Ralph, where are you? Where are you? Ralph." They collected all the lunch boxes.

Ralph!Ralph would never agree to such a silly name.He noticed that Brad was the last to leave and didn't seem eager to share the meal with the others. Suddenly, Ralph's anger exploded.He didn't care if Brad seemed lonely or if Brad would find out he could talk, he just decided to take matters into his own hands and let the boy know something. Lalsh hopped off the book and scurried across the floor into Brad's jeans.Brad walked out of the classroom and across the hall slowly, Ralph clawing at his trousers with his claw nails. Miss Ka locked the door of the classroom, and when she saw Brad, she put her hand on his shoulder and said, "What a pet name for Ralph.

Do you want me to help you with something? " "I'm fine," Brad said. "If you need my help, please let me know." Miss Ka let go of Brad and walked out of the hall. Neither of them picked at Brad's jeans without noticing the mouse.Ralph climbed onto Brad's legs, onto his T-shirt. Brad must have felt Ralph's toenails, for he glanced down. "You—you scoundrel!" said Ralph, "you broke my motorbike, which was the only thing I had for moving. I was too young to wade through mud holes, and I walked without a motorbike." Fun, especially when going over puddles." Brad stared at Ralph. "Can you talk?" he said, seemingly in disbelief. "Of course I can talk," said Ralph, "though not everyone can understand, but I can talk." "But how do I understand what you're saying?" Brad asked. "You belong to that kind of person: lonely, interested in cars and motorcycles. You have to be such a person to understand me." When Ralph went on, Brad seemed to be still immersed in this answer. . "Why are you so lonely? It's not like you just came to this school." "It's none of your business," Brad said.But when he realized he had admitted it, he retorted, "I'm not alone!" "Oh, tell me," coaxed Ralph, who was really eager to know now, "you tell me." Brad remained stubbornly silent. "You know, I'm just a little mouse," Ralph reminded him. "Well, I live with my dad and Fey — my dog. My parents are divorced and Mom doesn't live with us anymore. It's lonely without her," Brad confides. "Oh, too bad," said Ralph sympathetically.His own mother nagged and scolded him all day, but he still missed her terribly. "Jean is lonely too because he's a transfer student," Ralph told Brad. "You two should be united." Brad snorted, the first time Ralph had heard him laugh. "I don't believe it," "A mouse came and told me what to do," he said. Ralph's feelings were hurt. "Believe it or not," he said.It reminded him of his motorcycle. "Oh, don't be mad." Brad apologized for hurting Ralph's feelings. "Let's be good friends." "We're going to be good friends?" Ralph squeaked in the most indifferent voice, "You tried to make the maze harder, you pushed my friend over and broke my motorcycle. We'll Be good friends?" "Because one by one" Brad hesitated to speak. "Look, I didn't know Jean had the bike and you in his pocket. I think he's a rich kid—oh, never mind what I think. Is that really your bike?" "Yes," said Ralph angrily, "a boy gave it to me." "Wow!" Brad exclaimed. "A mouse with a motorcycle! Can you ride it?" "It won't work now," said Ralph. "Well, put me down now, and you go to lunch. I need a rest. Rats are nocturnal, you know, and I'm going to sleep during the day." "Miss Ka locked the door." Brad reminded him, "Don't run around in the hall, or you should be stepped on." "No problem, I can get in under the door," said Ralph. "Will you talk to me again?" Brad asked, lowering Lalda to the ground with his free arm. "Maybe, maybe not," Ralph replied, "it depends." Ralph replied vaguely, and squished himself under the door, and slipped into the empty classroom .In the classroom, he slipped into Malice's boots.This place has become his home, and the real home is far away.He felt that he had just dozed off when Jean's hands surrounded him. 'I've got you! "Let's talk. "Put me down," snapped Ralph. He needed to rest. "Brad was right," Jean said. "I thought you weren't coming back, but he said he found you and you talked to him." The students all came back and surrounded him. "You found him!" they said. "Miss Carr, Ralph is safe!" "Where shall we put him?" "He must not be caught in a trap." "Trap," said Ralph quickly, in a high-pitched voice, "do you think I'm stupid?" Only Jean and Brad could understand. "Now, let's put him in the fish tank," Miss Ka said. "Oh no," moaned Ralph, "don't let it go." "I think Ralph prefers to be alone and not to be disturbed," said Jean. "There's an old glove over there," said Malice. "He can sleep in it." Despite desperate struggles, Lal was put into the fish tank, this time with an extra old glove.He was angry with Jean for not being able to save him from this insult.He crawled into his thumb, trying to figure out what bad thoughts the people in Class Five would have. Before the school bell rang, let me put a bottle cap full of water and a bite of oatmeal cake from Miss Ka into the fish tank. "Forget it, don't be mad," he whispered, "you're safe here tonight, and I'll get you out tomorrow. I promise!" Ralph refused to come out of the thumb of the glove to answer.Later, when Mr. Coster came in to clean, he heard a sad song on the radio about a truck driver in jail longing for his eight-wheeler and the open road. "Two rounds is all I want," thought Ralph, sad and lonely.