Morning dawns bwite an bootiful. Da sky is bwite bloo, da sun is shwinning an a soft bweeze cums fwom da sea....
Da ships cats swowy awaken, stwetching an yawning. Saylor stirs up da wemains uf wast nites fwire an soon has da bit uf fish weft fwom da nite befur sizzwing in da wescued pan. Tar forages da neerby area fur berries an fwuit an soon bweakfast is weady. Unbenownst to da pare, hi abuff a mouse sits an watches der effury muuf.
Bak in Mousetown, da wesidents awr awso sturing affur a wong, westless nite..one by one dey come awt uf der houses each one asking his naybor, "Wat noos?"
The serchurs awr far distant twafeling swiftwy thwoo tunnel affur tunnel. How much farder mus dey go. Dey must find da Ol Witch soon, or it may be too wate fur mousedom!
Suddenwy da searchurs stwop in der twaks..."Who goes der? Who dwares intwood on dis pwace?" Da surchur mice stwand tweembwing. Finawy one bwafe mouse steps furward. "Be yu da Witch uf Rodenta?" he asks in a twembly voise.
Da wescu ship haffing set sail da nite befur is saling speediwy to da area war da ships cats boat is beweefed to haff disapeert. Wuukouts watch da seas karfuwy fur any sine uf der missing fwends........to be cont.
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