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all in one night. But I was at least going to try.
    I pushed on my cage door. Thanks to my lock-thatdoesn’t-lock, the door swung wide open. To humans, that lock always looks tightly fastened. But I know that a little gentle pressure opens the door and I’m free to come and go as I please.
    I climbed out, grabbed hold of the leg of our table and slid down. After I landed, I shook myself and scampered to the door.
    â€œI’ll be back to give you a full report, Og!” I told my friend. “Wish me luck!”
    â€œBOING-BOING!” he answered.
    I crouched down and slid through the narrow space between the bottom of the door and the floor.
    It was dark in the hallway except for some very faint lights, which cast ghostly shadows on the walls. I shivered a little, but nothing was going to keep me from my mission.
    I took a left turn and skittered along until I reached the next doorway. I looked UP-UP-UP and saw Room 28 on the door. I wasn’t sure what had happened to Room 27, but I didn’t want to waste time thinking about that.
    After taking a deep breath, I slid under the door into Room 28. When I stood up, I was surprised to see that Room 28 looked almost exactly like Room 26—except that everything was backward! Well, not exactly everything. The chalkboards and windows were on the same side as in Room 26, but the cloakroom, the teacher’s desk and the clock were all in the wrong place.
    â€œEek!” I squeaked.
    I scurried between the desks, but since Aldo had just cleaned, there weren’t many clues around to tell me who was in the room. I stopped to glance up at the chalkboard. Luckily, the moonbeams coming through the windows hit at just the right angle and I saw Mr. Michaels written on the board.
    This wasn’t Miss Becker’s room after all.
    I didn’t want to waste time in the wrong room, so I slid back under the door and continued up the dimly lit hallway to the next classroom on the left, Room 30.
    Here goes nothing, I thought as I pushed under the door.
    Oddly enough, Room 30 looked more like Room 26 than Room 28. The cloakroom, the teacher’s desk and the clock were in the same place as in Room 26.
    But there were some differences. For one thing, the tables were placed in a great big circle. Mrs. Brisbane had her tables lined up in rows.
    Along one of the walls was a huge tree going all the way up to the ceiling. It was made of paper, and each of the brightly colored paper leaves had a name on it.
    It was hard to read the names in the darkened room, but I saw an Emma and a Margaret, a Christopher and a Ben. I didn’t know any of those names, so this was probably the wrong room.
    I escaped under the door and hurried to the room across the hall—Room 29.
    It was unsqueakably dark in this room because the blinds were shut tightly. I could hardly even make out the shadowy shapes of tables and chairs. When I looked up, I let out an extra-loud “SQUEAK!” because there were large round objects hanging from the ceiling, giving off an eerie glow. I felt shivery and quivery until I figured out that they were models of the planets in our solar system. Thank goodness Mrs. Brisbane taught us about them last year, so I knew what they were.
    I began to look for clues to find out if my friends had moved into this room. I darted to the front of the class near the teacher’s desk. When I looked UP-UP-UP, I saw a sign sitting on top of the desk. Mrs. Murch, the sign read.
    Wrong room again!
    I hurried back out of Room 29 toward the next room. There was Room 27!
    I took a deep breath and slipped under the door.
    It was a little brighter in this room because the blinds had been left open and moonlight streamed through the windows. But a quick glance at the board told me I was in the wrong room again.
    Miss Loomis was written out in large letters.
    But next to the teacher’s name was a list of students, and some of them were very familiar.
    Miranda, Garth,