It was nighttime. OK, it was only 6:00, but I like to go to sleep early. I was just about to go to sleep when I hear a noise. Someone was knocking on my window.
I got up and looked out the window.
Isaac was standing outside.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked. "Are you afraid of heights?" He asked.
"No," I said. "Why?"
Isaac opened the window and pulled me outside.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Hold my hand," Isaac said. I did so.
Then he started rising off the ground.
We floated higher and higher off the ground. Soon, we were flying.
Well, only Isaac was flying. I was holding onto his hand.
We flew through the air.
"Geronimo!" I yelled.
We soared through the air like an airplane.
Then we flew towards Snow Monster High.
We looked through the window. Punk Rat and several other Santa-Biters, including Tasha and Carmen, were holding a meeting.
"Mouselets, I have been inside Santa's lair," Punk Rat said.
"Really?" Tasha asked.
"Yes, I was," Punk Rat said. "As you know, Santa is real, but we don't want anybody to know that."
"Right," The Santa-Biters agreed.
"Here's the plan," Punk Rat whispered. The other mouselets moved in and listened to the bully.
We couldn't make out what he was saying because he was whispering. He was a good whisperer.
When he was done, he and the others scampered out of the house.
"This is bad," I said. "Really bad. We have to call Santa."
"Good idea," Isaac said.
We floated to the ground.
"Ho, ho, ho," a voice laughed.
"He's here," I gasped. "Santa's here."
"We have to get back to your house," Isaac said. We ran off.