Pull the Dragon's Tooth! (Geronimo Stilton Micekings #3)

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by Geronimo Stilton


  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.

  Then I dried

  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,

  very tired.”

  “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!

  Miceking

  Island

  Beastgard

  Gullet Valley

  Feargard

  Forest of a

  Thousand

  Scales

  Oofadale

  Yawning

  Cove

  Helpful Hills

  Mouseborg

  Don’t miss any

  adventures of

  the Micekings!

  Up

  Next:

  Be sure to

  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!

 

 

 


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