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    Field Trip to Niagara Falls

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      They are very far from Mouse Island. The

      flight was the longest one of my life. Well,

      OK, maybe it wasn’t the longest,

      but it was the worst. That’s

      because . . .

      Sakura smeared ice cream on my tie

      .

      .

      .

      David pulled out one of my whiskers

      .

      .

      .

      Scampers spilled orange juice on my computer

      .

      .

      .

      Scampers spilled orange juice on my

      computer.

      Sakura smeared ice cream on my tie.

      David pulled out one of my whiskers.

      Carmen knocked down my suitcase.

      Esmeralda squeaked my ear off.

      Tim asked me

      317

      times, “Are we

      there yet?”

      The whole time I tried

      desperately to read my

      book on Niagara Falls.

      Tim asked me 317 times

      .

      .

      .

      Carmen knocked down my suitcase

      .

      .

      .

      Esmeralda squeaked and squeaked

      .

      .

      .

      Niagara Falls

      Located at the border of the United States (on the east)

      and Canada (on the west), the falls are formed by the

      waters of the Niagara River. During the journey from

      Lake Erie and Lake Ontario, the river suddenly drops

      more than 180 feet to the level of the riverbed, forming

      falls unique in their power.

      There are actually two different falls at Niagara. On

      the Canadian side there is Horseshoe Falls, approxi-

      mately 2,500 feet wide, while Rainbow Falls, on the

      American side, is approximately 1,000 feet in width.

      In the winter, the river freezes, but the falls do not

      because they are in continuous movement.

      Every second, more than 790,000 gallons of water fall!

      Niagara Falls is also a precious source of electri-

      cal energy. Approximately 50 percent of the water (at

      night, 75 percent) is directed to the hydroelectric power

      plants that supply the United States

      and Canada with electricity.

      But the power of the water

      is creating a problem for the

      future of the falls. In the past

      12,000 years, the water run-

      ning over the rocks has eroded

      them and shifted the falls by

      almost seven miles.

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      A BIT OF HISTORY . . .

      THE ERA OF EXPLORATION

      For centuries, only the Native Americans who lived at

      what is now the border between the United States and

      Canada knew about the spectacular falls. The first official

      news of their exis tence dates back to the second half of

      the sixteenth century. The man who made them famous

      was Louis Hennepin, a Belgian monk who was part of an

      expedition or ga nized by the French explorer René-Robert

      Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle. The expedition arrived at

      the falls in December 1678, and

      its members were mesmerized by

      their size and grandeur.

      At that time, the falls had

      a drop in level of more than

      590 feet and carried twice

      as much water as they

      do now.

      THE FIRST

      TOURISTS

      Tourism was slow to

      arrive. One of the

      first important vis-

      its occurred in 1791,

      when the duke of Kent

      (father of the future

      Queen Victoria of

      En gland) stayed at the

      only building in the area: a small wooden hut!

      The first groups of tourists began arriving during the

      mid-1800s. The falls continued to attract important

      guests, such as Jerome Bonaparte, brother of the famous

      Napoleon. He came from New Orleans on his honeymoon.

      From that moment on, Niagara Falls became a popular

      destination for couples on their honeymoon.

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      everyOne,

      except Me!

      Just before our plane landed, the captain

      made an announcement.

      “

      Attention

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      rodents: We are now

      passing over the

      famouse Niagara

      Falls. Take a look out

      your window if you

      would like to see a

      truly spectacular view of the falls,” he advised.

      Everyone wanted to see the falls.

      Everyone leaped to the window.

      Everyone saw the spectacular view.

      EXCEPT ME!

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      I was being suffocated by a throng of

      screaming, jumping mouselets. They had

      pressed

      themselves up against my window. I

      couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t

      see a thing!

      Finally, the plane landed. We were in

      Toronto, Canada. From there, we climbed

      on a bus. We rode on the bus for about an

      hour and a half

      . Then we arrived at the

      falls.

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      As we pulled up, the driver made an

      announcement: “We have now reached

      the famouse Niagara Falls. Look out your

      window if you would like to see a truly

      spectacular view of the falls

      ,” he said.

      Everyone wanted to see the falls.

      Everyone leaped to the window.

      Everyone saw the spectacular view.

      ExcEpt mE!

      A throng of screaming mouselets was

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      crawling all over me. They

      plastered

      themselves

      up against my window. I couldn’t move. I

      couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see a thing!

      The bus stopped. I got off. The roaring

      sound

      of the falls was incredible.

      I tried to take a picture.

      Everyone wanted to take a picture of

      the falls.

      Everyone got his or her camera ready.

      Everyone snapped away at the falls.

      ExcEpt mE!

      Oh, if only I could get away from those

      screaming mouselets. They were all

      over me! I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

      I couldn’t see a thing!

      The bus took us to

      the city of Niagara

      Falls on the lake. It

      was already dark.

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      I DO nOt KnOw hOw

      tO set up a tent!

      What a day! I was

      tired

      . I was hungry.

      I stumbled off the bus. I couldn’t wait

      to sink into a nice soft bed. I couldn’t

      wait to put on my fluffy cat-fur slippers. I

      couldn’t wait to order from room service.

      “Is the hot
    el nearby?” I yawned. “I’m

      pooped.”

      Miss Angel Paws looked shocked.

      “Hotel? Why, Mr. Geronimo, we have

      come to enjoy the great outdoors. We’re not

      going to a hotel. We’re going to c a m p

      o u t

      ,” she squeaked.

      My eyes opened wide. I looked around.

      Miss Angel Paws wasn’t joking. We were

      standing in the middle of the wilderness!

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      quick

      Did I mention I’m not much of an outdoor

      mouse?

      “Um, yes, well, who’s going to set up the

      tents?” I stammered.

      Miss Angel Paws rolled her eyes.

      “You are, of course, Mr. Geronimo,” she

      said.

      I made a calculation: There were

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      -four

      of us. Each tent would

      hold

      four

      mice. That meant I had to set up

      six

      tents for the little mice. Then we would

      need

      one

      tent for me and

      one

      for

      Miss

      Angel Paws

      . Plus, we needed

      one

      big

      tent for all of us to eat breakfast in.

      Holey cheese! I couldn’t set up nine

      tents!

      Just then, the little mice began whining.

      “Come on! We’re tired!”

      I couldn’t make heads or tails of the tents.

      I do Not KNow How to Set Up a teNt!

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      I set up one tent inside out. I zipped myself

      up in another and couldn’t get out. Then I

      whacked my paw with a hammer.

      “I give up!” I screeched.

      Did I mention I’m not much of an outdoor

      mouse? I sat down on a rock. I took off my

      glasses so I could sob freely.

      Just then, my little nephew Benjamin

      whispered in my ear.

      “Call Aunt Thea. She always knows what

      to do,” he suggested.

      I dried my tears. “Good idea,” I agreed.

      I guess you could say my sister, Thea, is the

      opposite of me. She loves a challenge.

      A half hour later, after I talked to Thea on

      the phone, all of the tents were ready.

      “Hooray!” yelled the little mice.

      “Isn’t it great sleeping in a tent, Mr.

      Geronimo?” Miss Angel Paws said.

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