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Hello boys and girls. Your teacher Mrs. Romano asked me to help her read to you. We decided to make it even more fun, so I'll be reading as a mystery reader and you get to guess who. But, don't worry, at the end of each chapter that I read, I'll leave a few clues to help you figure it out. Good luck! Chapter 3 Trapped! Even though Ralph woke up feeling sick and dizzy his first thought was of motorcycle he hoped it was not broken he sat there at the bottom of the wastebasket until the whirly feeling in his head stopped and he was able, slowly and carefully, to stand up. He stretched each aching muscle and felt each of his four legs to make certain it was not broken.When Ralph was sure that he was battered but intact he examined the motorcycle. He set it upright and rolled it backward and forward to make sure the wheels still worked. One handlebar was bent and some of the paint was chipped off the rear fender, but everything else seems alright. Ralph hoped so, but there was no way he could find out until he figured out how to start the engine. Now he ached too much even to try. Wearily Ralph dragged himself over to the wall of his metal prison and sat down beside the apple core to rest his aching body. He leaned back against the side of the wastepaper basket, closed his eyes and thought about his Uncle Victor. Poor nearsighted Uncle Victor. Now nearsighted means he can't see far away. He, too, had landed in a metal wastepaper basket, jumping they're quite by mistake. Unable to climb the sides, had been trapped until the maid came and emptied him out with the trash. No one knew for sure what had happened to Uncle Victor, but it was known that trash in the hotel was emptied into an incinerator. And an incinerator, boys and girls is something they use to burn up trash at a really really high heat. Ralph felt sad and remorseful thinking about his uncle Victor getting dumped out with the trash. His mother had been right after all. His poor mother, gathering crumbs for his little brothers and sisters while he, selfish mouse that he was, sat trapped in a metal prison from which the only escape was to be thrown away like an old gum wrapper. Ralph thought sadly of his comfortable home in the mousehole. it was a good home, untidy but comfortable. The children who stayed in Room 215 usually left a good supply of crumbs behind, and there was always water from the shirts hung to drip-dry beside the wash basin.  It should have been enough. He should have been content to stay home without venturing into the world looking for speed and excitement. Outside in the hall Ralph heard footsteps and Matt, the bellboy, saying, "These new people in  215 and 216, somehow they got the idea there are mice in the hotel. I just opened the window and told them the management wouldn't stand for it." Ralph heard a delighted laugh from the second floor maid, a college girl who is working for the summer season. "Mice are adorable, but just the same, I hope I never find and in my rooms.  I'm afraid of them."  There were two kinds of employees at the Mountain View Inn-- the regulars, none of them young, and the summer help, college students working during the tourist season. "If you don't like mice you better stay away from that knothole under the window in room 215,"  advised Matt. The sound of voices so close made Ralph more eager than ever to escape. "No!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the metal chamber. " I won't have it! I'm too young to be dumped out with the trash!" In spite of his aches he jumped to his feet, ran across the wastebasket floor, and leaped against the wall, only to fall back in a sorry heap. He rose, backed off, and tried again. There we was on the floor of the wastebasket a second time. It was useless, utterly useless. He did not have the strength to tip over the wastebasket. Ralph was not a mouse to give up easily. He considered his problem for a moment before he rolled the motorcycle over to the wall of the wastebasket.  Then he seized the apple core by the stem and dragged it over to the motorcycle. By putting his shoulder under the stem end, he managed to raise the core until it was standing on its blossom end, but when he put his front paws around it and tried to lift it, he found he could not. The core was too heavy to lift up onto the seat of the motorcycle. Ralph was disappointed but when he stopped to think it over, he saw that even if he could manage to get the apple core on top of the motorcycle, is still would not be high enough to allow him to climb out of the wastebasket. Bruised and defeated, Ralph dropped the core and decided that he might as well be thrown out with the trash on a full stomach as an empty one. He took a bite of apple and felt a little better. It was the best food he had eaten for several days--juicy and full of flavor and and much better than the zwieback crumbs the last guests had left behind. He took several more bites and settle down to a hearty meal, saving the seeds for dessert. Two any scouts appeared on the rim of the wastebasket. "Go away," said Ralph crossly, because he did not like to eat food crawling with ants and because it embarrassed him to be seen in such a predicament. The ants left as  silently as they had come. When Ralph had eaten his fill of the apple he curled up beside the core.  He only hoped that someone might happen to drop a Kleenex over him.  It was bad enough to be carried to one's doom in a wastebasket, but to be carried to one's doom by a shrieking maid was unthinkable. There was one tiny ray of hope-- if someone did happen to drop the Kleenex over him, he just might have a chance to jump and run when the maid tipped the basket up to empty it into the incinerator. The thought that the boy was sure to miss his motorcycle and start looking for it kept Ralph tossing and turning behind the apple core until, stuffed and exhausted, finally fell asleep.  I took a minute here to zoom in on Ralph S. Mouse next to that apple core and I find myself wondering what he's thinking as he's falling asleep. Is he hoping that the boy will find him when he looks for his motorcycle or was he still hoping that someone drops a Kleenex on him. We will have to wait till chapter 4 to find out what happens next. See you later boys and girls. Okay, so here's the first set of clues: Can you use these clues to help you figure out who your mystery reader is? 1. I am a teacher at your school and this year I taught children in every grade level kindergarten through fifth grade. 2. you often walked past my classroom on the way to your special classes. Guess who.

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