The Smoky Corridor

7

Wade Muggins was sitting on his butt in the spot where he’d landed when the wall had blown open.

Fortunately, there was no fire. Just the explosion.

And a jumble of tumbled stones.

“Far out,” he muttered.

Wade had totally blown a jagged opening about four feet wide through the ancient block and mortar wall.

And off in a crooked corner, he saw one itty-bitty, teeny-weeny gray mouse.

It was chowing down on a chunk of cheddar cheese that had Assistant Principal Carl D. Crumpler’s name written all over it.