Mouse And The Motorcycle Quotes

Neither the mouse nor the boy was the least bit surprised that each could understand the other. Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.

Ralph really felt sorry for the boy, hampered as he was by his youth and his mother.

Two creatures who shared a love for motorcycles naturally spoke the same language.

What’s the use of having a motorcycle if you can’t go tearing around staying out late?” Ralph asked reasonably.

young. Let your Uncle Lester

brightened.

He

trembling

let

It should have been enough. He should have been content to stay home without venturing out into the world looking for speed and excitement. Outside in the hall Ralph heard

remembered to use the hand brakes I hit a tree and took an awful spill.

The thought that the boy was sure to miss his motorcycle and start looking for it kept Ralph tossing and turning behind the apple core until, stuffed and exhausted, he finally fell asleep.

Never mind the danger, never mind what his mother thought. This was living. This was what he wanted to do. On and on and on.

Ralph curled up on a heap of shredded Kleenex and took a good long nap. When he awoke refreshed, his first thought was of the motorcycle.

Ralph

better.

Matt.

Keith

Our very lives depend on him.” The little cousins

table.

The clock grumbled and groaned and managed to strike the hour. Nine o’clock! The time almost had come. The stroke of nine was followed by the slow sad notes of music that lingered and died mysteriously in the distance every night at this time. “Did you hear that?” the man asked the boy. “It was the bugle at camp playing taps.” So that’s what that music is, thought Ralph, who had puzzled over those notes all summer. When the boy did not answer, his mother said, “Come on, Garf, cheer up. You’re going to have a lot of fun at camp.” “Maybe,” answered Garf, “but I doubt it.” The father looked annoyed. “You won’t have any fun if you take that attitude,” he