| A young mouse named Ralph looked out Of his mousehole
in Room 215 of the Mountain View Inn. The new tenant of the room,
a boy, was playing with a little motorcycle just the right size for
a mouse. Ralph could hardly wait till the boy left the room. Hurriedly
he scrambled up the telephone cord to the bedside table, where the
motorcycle was parked. With growing excitement, Ralph mounted the
handsome machine and grasped its handgrips. Suddenly the telephone
rang, and the motorcycle with its rider rolled off the table into
the metal wastebasket. Ralph was sure he was doomed to be thrown out
with the trash. Instead, the mouse found an unexpected career as a
motorcyclist opening up to him.
Beverly Cleary's first excursion into fantasy is a real triumph
in the world of children's books
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