she said squeak 3 times.

Squeak! High ground spotted! I scrambled up a stacked pile of bedtime books, tiny paws clawing through paper edges. At the peak—gasp! A candy wrapper made of silver foil was crumpled in the shadows! I grabbed it with both arms, squeezed it tight—crinkle, snap! Then whoosh! My fuzzy bottom slipped right off the slick glossy book cover. Down, down, down the slope of leaning books I zoomed, skidding across the rug like a sled! Whew! Crown slightly lopsided, but wrapper still crinkling in my clutches!