Chapter 23 Motorcycle mouse-9

The next morning, Mr. Downer told Miss Carr, and Miss Carr, to her students that Mr. Coster's trap had failed to catch the mouse. "Oh!" The students in class five cheered. "I've said so," said Ralph into the thumb of the glove, but no one heard. Miss Ka wrote the general format of an official letter on the blackboard, instead of the private letter between ordinary friends, because at first everyone planned to write letters to the "Voice of Queca Richard" in the form of private letters.The whole class got up and wrote a letter to the responsible editor, pointing out that the report he edited and distributed about the "rat" class meeting was untrue.If anyone can't write any characters, just ask Miss Ka.She wrote the word on the blackboard in case someone else asked about it.The first two words she wrote were "disgraceful" and "ridiculous".She also said to Brad: "Yes, 'dumb' is a word, but can't you find a better way of saying it?" Miss Carr promised to deliver the letter herself to the newspaper during lunch.

No matter how many people said yes to Ralph that day, he refused to come out of the thumb of the glove.Luckily he had a nice lookout hole in it.He noticed that Brad's arm was still dangling, and he handed Miss Ka a note, who nodded, smiled indulgently, and handed the note back to him.He also saw Jean pass a note to Brad and Brad send another. "This group of people is really busy." Lal lost his mind.He realized that it was a bit annoying and stuffy in the glove, but he refused to come out to prevent anyone from seeing it imprisoned here and taking pleasure in its misfortune. As the long, miserable day draws to a close, Ralph finds himself being pulled out of the glove. "Come on, little fellow, you're going back to the inn," he said.

"Facing all my little brethren and no motorcycles?" Ralph cried. "No thanks." "Relax, you can't stay at school all the time." Jean's words were squeezed through his teeth, and he tried not to move his lips. "Trust me, it's going to be alright, you'll see that." Clenched tightly in Jean's hand, Ralph could do nothing.He had to trust Jean, unless he bit him.But he decided not to do that, and Miss Ka said that hurting people won't solve anything. Jean shoved Ralph into the pocket of his overcoat and zipped it securely.Even so, Ralph still felt that something unusual was happening.First I heard Brad say to the driver: "It's the banknotes from home." Then, Brad and Jean got on the school bus together, and the two boys sat together.

"Have you brought it?" Jean asked. "Yes," replied Brad, "it's in my pocket." "What?" Ralph wondered. "The wreckage of my motorcycle?" "I've always wanted to take the school bus," Brad said. "I've always wanted to ride in a big trailer," Jean said. "That's easy," Brad said, "my dad will let you ride. He got a lot of calls from your road when the road was icy, and he hauled a lot of cars out of the snowdrifts. .At this time of year, his business is very good." "I'm going to ask the chef if I can have you dine with us," Jean said.

"Wow! Dinner at the restaurant." Brad was suddenly moved. "I mean we eat in the kitchen," Jean explained, "since I bought the microwave at the grocery store, sometimes the plates are hot and the food isn't." "That's okay," Brad said, "My dad almost always made hamburgers and canned beans." At the very least, Jean would have thought that Brad hadn't been faithful to his father.He continued: "My dad's hamburgers are amazing. He does steak on Sundays. Sometimes, if he's too busy, I'll have dinner alone and I'll have a hot dog."

"You mean you're alone at home?" Jean asked. "And Alfie," Brad said. "I wish I was alone with a dog," said Jean, "I'm sick of the waiters always coming to tell the cook that the food is not cooked through." Ralph was angry that he was imprisoned in a zipper, and the conversation was annoying because it wasn't about him.He wanted to bite his way out, but he didn't like the smell of nylon.Besides, the school shuttle bus is not a good place to hide. The two boys got out of the car and Ralph heard their shoes crunching on the snow.The small inn is at a higher altitude than the small town of Kuikaricha, and the snow has not yet melted.Then he heard them stepping up the steps and rubbing the rugs in front of the door.Entering the front hall, the old clock is still ticking slowly as before.To Ralph the sound was like an old friend.

"Hey, boys!" said Matt, Ralph's protector. "I'm glad to see you have a friend." At last Matt didn't lose his job; Desperately, he moved upstairs so they couldn't embarrass him for losing his motorcycle. Ralph was excited, jumping in the slippery pocket. "Let me out," he begged. Jean undid the zipper and let Ralph out, but still held him.This vestibule looks so good.The fire still burned in the old stone hearth.The old clock and TV are still in the same places.There is only one difference: The vestibule is tidier than before, the ashtray is clean, and old magazines are neatly arranged on the table.

The receptionist ignored the kids.The two children have been taking off their front shirts and kneeling before the big clock. "Does that suit you?" Jean asked Brad. "We'll find out soon." Brad pulled something out of his pocket. "Wow! Laser XL7, exactly what you said." Jean said.Brad was lowering a compact racing car to the ground and carefully pushing it through the highest arch of the base of the clock.This car is not high, and a skilled driver can pass it. "See that, Ralph?" Ralph saw it all.A shiny little car fit for a rat, with metal spoked wheels, the hubcaps peeling off, and the whole thing painted silver gray, the color that swishes through the shadows without attracting attention. Note the color.The wide and thick tires can definitely withstand the friction of the carpet surface, and can splash big and big when passing through puddles.The doors weren't open, but the windows were large enough for a nimble mouse to climb in, and race car drivers never open their doors.Ralph was speechless at the sight of such a beautiful car.Oops!If he wanted a car like this, he wouldn't have to hold his tail all the time to keep from getting caught in the car, he could just jump in and drive.

"Come on, show us the car." Jean put Ralph next to the laser XL7 car. Will he drive it?Show your hand.Lalsh slipped in through the car window and sat in the single driver's seat with a fixed backrest.After confirming that his tail was indeed safely in the car, he grabbed the steering wheel, took a deep breath, and let out a "hoooooohoo..." sound.As a result, the car did not move at all. A rowdy group of skiers had returned from outside, paying no attention to the two boys kneeling here as they crossed the hall.The two boys squatted up and hid behind the couch until they were gone.

"Stupid," Jean said, "it's that old motorcycle of yours. You've got to make the racer noises to get this one off." "I'm so stupid," admitted Ralph, too excited to turn his head around.He took another deep breath, and lowered his voice low and thin: "Woo-hum-hum", "Laser" ran on the floor.Ralph was driving, and he was driving such a beautiful car! He slammed the car straight into the leg of the couch and it stopped.Ralph went "boom-bum-bum" again, and again the car didn't budge. Matt, who had been watching with the kids, said, "What is this little guy going to do in reverse?" Silence.

Because no one has thought about it yet. Jean's mother came out of the elevator. "Hey, Jean," she said with a smile, "is this your new friend?" "Yeah, this is Brad," Jean replied, quickly covering the laser XL7 with his hand, lest his mother find Ralph. "Hello." Unexpectedly, Brad would be shy. "I'm glad you and Jean are home," said Mrs. Bramble. "What are you doing?" "Playing with cars," Jean said. "Be quiet while you play," said Mrs. Bramble. "If the manager shows up, you can come up to our cabin, or show Brad around. He might like to see the kitchen." Suggested After mentioning it, she left to check whether the waiters had cleaned the rooms on the first floor. Brad sat on his heels again. "Your mother must be a good mother," he said. "Of course," said Jean approvingly; his thoughts were still on Ralph's problem. "Woo-hum-hum." Ralph uttered the racing sound for the third time, and the car still didn't move. "Looks like we'll have to get your dad's big trailer to help," Jean said.Ralph found the children's laughter particularly annoying. "I see," Brad said suddenly, "if 'boom-boom' can make the car go forward, then it might be reversed, 'boom-boom'." "'Om-woo'," Jean imitated him to make this sound. "It's an awkward sound, but if it works, it's all right. Reversing is slower than getting in. Try it, Ralph." "Boom-boo", the car gradually left the sofa legs; another "boom-boo", the car completely backed out; another "boom-boo", Ralph drove the car around for a long time before returning to his friends. "Can I have this car?" he asked them. "It was yours," Brad said, "for your broken motorcycle." "Don't you need it?" Lalshi asked, he couldn't believe that someone would give up such admiration. "No need," Bled told it, "because I have a BMX." Ralph was too excited to say anything.He used his paws to caress and gently stroke the instrument panel of the car that already belonged to it. "When the time comes, your little countrymen will see you driving in an XL7," Matt said. Ralph leaned out the driver's window. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I'm sorry they've all moved upstairs." "Most have moved," Matt said, "but there are still a few of your outdoor relatives hanging out, hoping you'll bring your motorcycle back." "Thanks to my luck," thought Ralph. "The rascals." There was the sound of someone stamping snow on the bottom of the boots outside the small shop, Matt hurried back to the chair at the front door, and Lalsh quickly and skillfully drove the car under the big clock.It turned out that it was not a guest who stomped his boots, but a man who had come to deliver the "Voice of Quecaricha".He threw the newspaper carelessly on the luggage rack and hurried out again. Matt picked up the paper, put on his glasses, and read the headlines.Something at the bottom of the front page seemed to catch his eye.He only heard him ask: "I say children, do you know Miss Heady Cuckenback from Sneed Primary School?" "Yes, our teacher." The two boys ran to Matt, wanting to see what Miss Ka had said in the newspaper.Ralph jumped out of the car to find the odds and ends of his old den still under the clock. He used a small ball of "Clenex" to carefully and carefully wipe the handprints left by the two boys on the car, and listened to Matt read the newspaper while he wiped. "'Retraction Notice,' above the photo," Matt said. "What's a retraction notice?" Brad asked. "It means taking back what they said," Matt explained. "It's long overdue," Brad said. "Hey, look," Jean said, "here's a picture of our class. What else?" Matt read: "The editorial staff of The Voice of Queqa Richard apologized for the inaccurate report about Miss Hedy Cuckenberge's class at Evan Jay Snead Elementary School that was published on Sunday." Ralph didn't wipe anymore.Maybe the papers had something to say about him too. Matt continued: "Following a thorough investigation, Superintendent Corey A. Rothman has ruled out the possibility of a rat infestation at Sneed Elementary School. Miss Cuckenberg's students have notified the editor in charge that a class event occurred that day. The mouse that came out was not captured as reported, but a personal pet of one of the students in the class, Jean Bramble." Lalguan felt insulted all of a sudden.He was not someone's pet, neither Jean's nor anyone's. "Hey, Jean, your name has been reported!" Brad's friend was happy. "Wait, there's more," Matt said. "'Miss Culkenbacker reported that she and her students had learned a great deal from having the mouse.'" How about it! thought Ralph, "I just thought I'd teach 'em something." " Matt went on to read: "The editorial department apologizes for the adverse consequences of that inaccurate report." "Okay, that's right," Brad said. "It sounded like the responsible editor was joking," Matt said. "No, he didn't." Jean's expression was solemn. "We did write to the newspaper," Brad said, "and the superintendent did investigate the rats at the school." "I think we should watch out for that editor," Jean said. "Come on, Brad, let's see if the chef can get us something to eat." After watching the children leave, Ralph began to polish the beautiful new car again.He wiped it sloppily, bit by bit.Then, he built the nest again, closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the coming of the dark sky.He was excited, tired, and happy all day long.Because of him, the two boys became friends.Ralph felt that he had done a good thing in this troubled world. Ralph woke up very late.At this time the big clock began to groan with difficulty, and struck 11 slowly, as if in pain.This is a safe time for mice to come out.Ralph stretched beautifully, and he suddenly found that five relatives were staring at him. "He's back!" said one. "And a car," said another. "It's a racing car," said a third. What followed was noise and chaos. "Let me sit down!" "I'm number one!" "Stop squeezing!" "The first one should be me, I'm the biggest." "Don't step on my feet." Ralph was neither impulsive nor angry, but stood beside the car calmly, watching his relatives without saying a word, and gradually the mice calmed down. "That's right," said Ralph, "if we all talk together, I can't hear anything." The mice were silent, listening, just as the students of Class Five quieted down to listen to Miss Carr. "You see, boys—I mean brothers," said Ralph, "you can take turns if you're in line. Then there's something for everyone." "Good idea," murmured the mice.They had never thought of doing this before. What Ralph had learned came in handy, and he was delighted.He climbed into the car and drove it out from under the big clock. "My first cousin is the first," he pointed.His relative climbed into the passenger seat and dragged his tail in again. "That's it," Ralph agreed. "Now, take a deep breath, and we'll go 'boom-hum. Much faster than Ralph himself. "Next," called Ralph, who had returned the first passenger. "By the way," he said to another cousin who was queuing for his turn as he climbed into the car, "at school people learn things in grades. The older ones learn more than the younger ones. It's a little harder." Rats can see through. "Riding in a racing car is supposed to be for big rats," said a cousin. "It's too dangerous for little rats." "We don't even mention it to our little brothers," said another. "Don't let them dirty the front room," said a third. "We keep it secret," said a fourth. "That's a good idea," Ralph praised.When Lalsh took his cousin up and down the corridors, he felt happy.He's proud that he helped Miss Card educate her students; he's also humble enough to admit that he, too, has learned from the children, though he doesn't end up discovering Miss Heady Cuckenberg's toothpaste Where is it.But he thought it really didn't matter.