A Fabumouse School Adventure by Geronimo Stilton

Luckily, Professor Sandsnout put the cat mummy and all those bones back into the sarcophagus. .His talk was over. I sighed with relief. Now I could listen to the next mouse, Professor Miles Magmamouse. Professor Magmamouse lowered the shades and put on a video that explained everything any mouse would want to know about volcanoes, volcanic eruptions, and earthquakes.
WHAT AN EXITING LINE OF WORK!
He had seen hundreds of volcanoes and lots of lava in his life.
Suddenly, my job seemed wimpy and BORING.
At some point, Professor Magmamouse asked me to give him a hand with the EXPERIMENT. I listen closely as I didn't want to mess up. I had to look good for Benjamin!
" Geronimo, when I say NOW, put three drops of vinegar into the mouth of the volcano, " Professor Magmamouse told me. "It is important you only put three drops, is that clear?"
At that moment, my nose began to itch. I tried to hold my breath but I couldn't stop myself from sneezing.
"AAAAchoo!"
And that's how I poured the entire bottle of vinegar into the volcano. It erupted, and lava oozed everywhere!!

The Chronicles Of Narnia by C. S. Lewis

Digory kept his mouth very tight shut. He had been growing more and more uncomfortable. He hoped that, whatever happened, he wouldn't blub or do anything ridiculous.
"Son of Adam", said Aslan. "Are you ready to undo the wrong that you have done to my sweet country of Narnia on the very day of its birth?"
"Well I don't see what I can do," said Digory. "You see, the Queen ran away and-"
"I asked are you ready?" said the Lion.
"Yes," said Digory, he had had for a second some wild idea of saying, "I'll try to help you if you promise to help my mother,"but he realized in time that the Lion was not at all the sort of person one could try to bargain with. But when he had said "Yes,"he thought of his Mother, and he thought of the great hopes he had had, and how they were all dying away, and a lump came in his throat and tears in his eyes, and he blurted out:

The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Steward

K and C, as it happened, were still in bed. It had been an awful night for Kate. Try as she might, she couldn't forget the look of Milligan's eyes as the Executives and Recruiters paraded him through the cafeteria. She slept poorly, in and out of a doze, constantly worried and miserable, and never once did she have a shred of an idea of what to do.
Now it was almost dawn, time to rise, through rising hardly seemed worth the trouble. Worsening Kate's mood, if that was possible, was a distant, irritating beeping sound, the erratic honking o a far away horn. A car alarm on the main land, or some obnoxious kid fooling around with an air horn. It had been going on for several minutes now. Long honks, short honks, long honks again, on and on.irritating and irritating familiar, like something she was supposed to remember but couldn't. Almost like a code, she thought. Almost like. . .

Cever Duck by Dick King-Smith

MarketDay

"Anyway,"said the farmer, "I'd best be on my usual search. I must have looked in almost every field in this valley. Someone must have shut them up somewhere."
"You're just taking Tess?" his wife said.
"Yes."
But as he went out of the kitchen, Rory followed and at his heels Daramis came waddling as fast as she could.

The Story of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting

It happened one day that Doctor was sitting in his kitchen talking with the cat's- meat man, who had come to see him with a stomachache.
"Why don't you give up being people's doctor, and be an animals doctor?" asked the cat's- meat man.
The parrot, Polynesia, was sitting in the window looking out at the rain and singing a sailor song to herself. She stopped singing and started to listen.

"You see, Doctor," the cat's- meat man went on,"you know all about animals-much more than what these here vets do. That book you wrote about cats-why, it's wonderful! I can't read or write myself, or maybe I'd write some books. But my wife, Theodosa, she's a scholar, she is. And she read your book to me. Well,it's wonderful-that's all can be said-wonderful. You might have been a cat yourself. You know the way they think. And listen:you can make a lot of money dotoring animals. Do you know that? You see, I'd send all the old woman who had sick cats or dogs to you. And if they didn't get sick fast enough, I could put something in the meat I sell them to make them sick , see?"
"Oh no," said the doctor quickly. "You mustn't do that. That wouldn't be right."
"Oh, I didn't mean real sick,"answered the cat's- meat man. "Just a little something to make them droopylike