The Mystery In Alaska Author : DEVARSH PAREKH

 The Mystery In Alaska

Author : DEVARSH PAREKH

The Mystery in Alaska

It was a miserable evening on Whales Island. I headed home after a whole day in the school, and every inch of my fur was soaking wet. Dear reader, I Barthmellow Sparkle, a student at Mouseford Academy. Just then I heard my laptop. BEEP-BEEP! On the screen it was written that Earth’s temperature is increasing due to global warming. It was a text message from my 5 friends-Nick, Ashvin, Ivan, Josh and Krilaut. The message also said that my friends and I had to leave for the Special Conference of the Green Mice. Oops, I forgot to tell you that my 5 friends and I are a part of the Green Mice and Green mice look at the state of Earth’s Health. We had to leave for Alaska.

My friends and I arrived at the airport at 9:30 as the flight was at 10:00. We had a free ticket to Alaska! We arrived at Alaska after a cozy flight for 2:45 minutes. It was very cold out there so we wore our winter jackets, when we got out of the plane we saw Adam waiting. We were surprised to see 4 snowmobiles and 5 jeeps. I decided to drive the snowmobile and my 5 friends sat in the cart attached to the snowmobile. We arrived at Adam’s private hotel. When we entered the Adam’s hotel, he asked us to rest first and then we started researching. Suddenly, Adam remembered that he had invited his best friend too. Adam began to get worried and set off to find his friend, I accompanied him. When we were finding Adam’s friend, suddenly we fell on the ground. It was a bomb blast! We found Adam’s friend Yuko was in the igloo. I had recognized a ship nearby named Falcon Capslock. We took Yuko to the hotel and I told all the Green mice about what had happened. We called the police and told about the bomb blast and glaciers breaks.

Police went to the ship and arrested the bad mice. Our mission was accomplished!

The End


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