He pushed against the side of the hole and a big
piece of plaster fell off.
“Say! That Power stuff is pretty potent. Wow! I
think I’ll just go out and beat up that cat before it wears
off! How long does it last?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” answered Henry.
“Hm, I’d better hurry then, before it wears off,”
and the mouse started to run out into the hall.
“Wait!” called Henry. “How about showing me that
crack under the door first?”
“Sure,” said the mouse. “I almost forgot. Excuse
me. I was just feeling mad with Power. It sort of goes to
your head. There’s the door right across the hall, and
there’s the crack, right over there. See?”
“Yes,” said Henry. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” said the mouse. “Excuse me
now. This is the chance of my life. Just wait till I find
that
puny
,
measly
,
weak
little old cat. I’ll show him
who’s king of the hall! Am I going to get him! Just wait!
See you later,” and — whoosh! the mouse was gone.
Henry slid out of the hole and started to make his
way over to the People’s door when he heard a crash
and a bang. Soon two shapes went by him so fast he
couldn’t see what they were. Round and round they
went, up and down the hall.
“Who’s chasing who?” called Henry.
“
He’s
chasing
me!
” gasped the mouse as he went
by.
Henry slid back into the hole.
“Out of my way!” said a voice and the mouse
HENRY
THE
PICKLE
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