make some more! And then some
more . . . until you all tell me to
stop!”
“Hooray! We love
gloog!” yelled the villagers.
Mousehilde headed
toward her kitchen to make the
gloog (an excellent stew, in case
you’re wondering). The other micekings ran
to get ready for the feast. They put on their
fanciest cloaks and
curled their whiskers.
I couldn’t move. I stood in the village
square like a fly stuck in a bowl of cheese
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Three cheers for Geronimo!
Hip, hip, hooray!
My First Miceking Helmet!
soup. I was in shock. I was going to get my
first miceking helmet!
“Geronimo, what are you still
doing here?” Thea asked me. “You can’t go
to the feast looking like this,” she scolded.
“You need to wash your fur and put on
your best cloak!”
You need to go!
Where?
She had a point. After that incredible
adventure with the dragons,
I stunk worse than
Stenchberg cheese.
So I dragged
myself home.
I took a nice
hot bath
in the tub.
myself off and
dragged myself
My First Miceking Helmet!
to the closet between yawns. I was so sleepy!
I was so tired — worn out — exhausted!
I had barely managed to put on some clean
clothes when I collapsed on my bed and
passed out!
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A True Mouseking
Never Stops!
I was snoring deeply when I heard Thea’s
voice.
“Waaake uuup! Geronimo,
this is no time to sleep!”
I jumped out of bed. “Huh? What
is it?” I yelled. “The dragons?”
Thea had her paws on her hips. “Really,
Who? What?
How?
Geronimo? There’s
a celebration
in your honor
and you’re here
snoring?”
“B-b-but
I was just
taking
A True Mouseking Never Stops!
a little rest,” I tried to explain.
Thea dragged me to the feast. Sven started
SHOUTING as soon as he saw me.
“What happened to you, smarty-
mouseking?” he asked.
“I’m s-s-sorry,” I apologized. “I was so very,
“You were tired, eh?” Sven asked.
“While all of us were busy preparing a
feast in your honor? Is this how you thank
us?”
Max Musclepaw stood up. “Ten laps
around the Eternal Challenge Field!” the
hero thundered. “Then one hundred
one-paw push-ups and one thousand
whisker lifts!”
“But . . . what about my miceking
helmet?” I asked.
“No miceking helmet for you!” Sven
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A True Mouseking Never Stops!
shouted. “That will teach you to fall asleep
before your adventure is over. A true
macho mouseking never
stops!”
I wanted to cry, but Thora approached
me. “Don’t worry, Geronimo. You’ll have
another chance to earn your helmet.”
Oh, lovely Thora!
She was right. No matter how many times I
had to try, I would earn my miceking helmet!
I would do it!
BUT THAT’S ANOTHER
MICEKING STORY
FOR ANOTHER DAY!
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What a feast!
Good gloog!
Cheese for
everyone!
What a
night!
Island
Beastgard
Gullet Valley
Feargard
Forest of a
Thousand
Scales
Oofadale
Yawning
Cove
Helpful Hills
Mouseborg
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adventures of
the Micekings!
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read all my
fabumouse
adventures!
Don’t miss
any of my
adventures in
the Kingdom of
Fantasy!
Dear mouse friends,
thanks for reading,
and good-bye until
the next book!