đď¸ The Mouse and the Motorcycle
In a cozy old hotel nestled between pine-covered hills, lived a clever little mouse named Ralph. He made his home behind the wall in Room 215, where crumbs were plentiful, and the guests often dropped delicious bits of popcorn, cookie crumbs, and cereal.
Ralph was no ordinary mouse. He loved speed, adventure, and anything with wheels. More than anything, he dreamed of having a vehicle of his ownâsomething fast, shiny, and perfect for a mouse on the go.
One afternoon, a boy named Sam checked into Room 215 with his parents. Sam was about Ralphâs favorite kind of humanâmessy and full of interesting stuff. But what caught Ralphâs eye was the red toy motorcycle Sam placed on the nightstand.
It was sleek. It was shiny. And it looked just right for a mouse.
That night, when the lights went out and the humans were asleep, Ralph couldnât resist. He crept out from behind the wall, climbed the cord of the bedside lamp, and leaped onto the nightstand.
âThere you are, beauty,â he whispered, patting the seat of the motorcycle. âLetâs take a ride.â
But when Ralph tried to push it, the wheels barely budged. âHmmâŚâ he said, scratching his whiskers. âMaybe it needs something⌠like a sound?â
He cleared his throat and said, âVROOM VROOM!â
To his surprise, the motorcycle shuddered. The wheels spun. It moved! Ralphâs heart thudded with joy. He straddled the seat, gripped the handlebars, and shouted again, âVROOM VROOM!â
Off he wentâracing across the nightstand, zooming down the leg of the bed, and zipping across the carpet. The hotel hallway opened before him like a race track. Ralph whooshed past broom closets, zoomed around laundry carts, and even did a loop around the potted plant in the lobby.
âThis is the best night of my life!â he squeaked.
SuddenlyâWHAM!âthe front wheel hit a wrinkle in the hallway carpet, and Ralph flew into the air. The motorcycle spun out and slid to a stop beside the elevator.
âOof,â Ralph muttered, rubbing his furry head. But before he could stand, a shadow loomed over him.
A cat.
Not just any cat. Whiskers, the hotelâs new mouser. Big, mean, and awake.
âWell, well,â Whiskers purred. âOut for a midnight ride?â
Ralphâs ears drooped. âUh⌠just returning a borrowed item!â
Whiskers licked his lips and took a step closer. âToo bad. I love a snack with wheels.â
Just thenâDING!âthe elevator doors opened. Out stepped Sam, clutching a glass of water. He spotted the cat, then the tiny mouse and motorcycle.
âHey!â Sam shouted. âLeave him alone!â
Startled, Whiskers hissed and darted away into the shadows.
Sam bent down and scooped up Ralph and the motorcycle. âYouâre the coolest mouse Iâve ever seen,â he whispered.
Ralph blinked in surprise. âYou can understand me?â
Sam grinned. âOf course! Anyone who says âvroom vroomâ that well deserves to be understood.â
He carried Ralph back to Room 215 and gently placed him on the nightstand.
âYou know,â Sam said, âyou can ride it whenever you wantâjust be careful with the carpet.â
Ralph beamed. âThanks! And, uh, maybe keep that cat busy tomorrow?â
âYou got it.â
As the sun began to rise, Ralph parked the motorcycle beside his mouse hole. He looked back at the toy bike, his whiskers twitching with excitement.
He might be small, but with the right friendsâand the right âvroom vroomââRalph the mouse was ready for any adventure.
The End.
đ Follow-Up Questions:
- How did Ralph discover the motorcycle could move?
- What kind of trouble did Ralph run into during his ride?
- How did Sam help Ralph at the end of the story?