Dr. Herbert Benjamin
“Well. . . ,” said the mouse. “Um, I don’t want to be
nosy. . . but What’s in that pack on your back?”
“Oh,” said Henry, “it’s just a standard pickle pack.
Has everything a pickle needs to travel.”
“You haven’t got any cat-traps in there have you?”
“No,” said Henry. “I don’t think so.”
“Just any simple little old cat-trap would do,”
said the mouse. “That cat hasn’t got much brains.
Anything
would fool him!”
“Sorry,” said Henry.
“Too bad,” said the mouse. “No harm asking
though.”
But Henry looked into his pack anyway to make
sure, and found some Power.
“How about this?” asked Henry. “Would some
power do?”
“What’s power?” asked the mouse.
“It makes you strong,” said Henry.
“Say, that’s fine!” said the mouse. “I could use
some of that. Strength is one of my weakest points.
Where’s the instructions on how to use it? Aren’t there
any instructions?”
Henry couldn’t find any instructions.
“Hm, that’s too bad,” said the mouse. “I’m pretty
good with instructions. I can read all the instructions on
the mouse traps. I just read what’s printed on the traps
and so I know how they work. That way I never get
caught!”
Henry was silent.
“Okay, let’s try it out,” said the mouse.
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