11-WHAT A SMELL, WHAT A STENCH, WHAT A STINK!

WHAT A SMELL, WHAT A STENCH, WHAT A STINK! Just then, Professor SPITFUR began shrieking. "Look out! What are you doing? That's very precious raw material!" he cried. I scanned the stable, scratching my fur. "W-what? what raw material?" I stammered. The SMELL in the stable was making me dizzy. I felt faint. It was worse than the time my grouchy Grandma Onewhisker burned her revolting blue cheese and gouda casserole. The professor lowered his voice as if he were about to let me in on a BIG SECRET.

"You must have figured it out by now, right?" he whispered. "The raw material I use to produce energy is camel dung!" He dragged me out of the laboratory. Then he pointed to a yellow building in the shape of a Swiss cheese pyramid. Smelly brown smoke drifted out from its chimney. Beside the pyramid stood some huge solar panels. "I use the sun to fuel the boiler. Then I ferment the camel dung," the professor explained, "The fumes turn on an engine that creates energy!" I gasped, choked by the fumes. What a SMELL, what a stench, what a stink! I'm never going to get this stink out of my fur, I thought. No one will want to sit next to me on the plane ride home. They'll have to

hand out clothespins to the other passengers. Or maybe they'll give me a special seat— attached to the outside of the plane! Oh, well. I couldn't worry about that now. I was getting too excited about the professor's discovery. It looked like his invention really worked! I glanced down at my notes. "Professor SPITFUR, are you saying that camel dung can make ENERGY?" I asked. The professor shook his head and chuckled. "Well, not exactly," he explained. "You see, you also need a secret ingredient. A strictly HUSH-HUSH INGREDIENT that I hide in here!" As he spoke, he hit his forehead with his paw. I kept on writing: "ingredient... big secret... in here..."

"Yes, Stilton," the professor splattered on. "I keep the secret inside my creaky old brain, my noggin, my think box! And do you know, Stilton, where I got the idea for this secret ingredient from? nkledc. Do you, Stilton?! well, do you?!"

I hopped about. The professor was getting more excited than a cat on a Royal Rodent luxury cruise ship. He was spitting up a storm! "No," I answered, trying to avoid another shower of rat saliva. "How should I know?" The professor lowered his voice again and squeaked, "I got the idea from the ancient writing inside CHEOPS's pyramid!"