14-AH, ART

AH, ART... A few minutes later, my cell phone rang. It was Ms. Sweetpaws. "Mr. Stilton?" she squeaked. "Why haven't you left yet?" I chewed my whiskers. "Um, well, um, I sort of missed the plane," I stammered. "But it wasn't my fault..." Ms. Sweetpaws snorted. Then I heard her shuffling some papers. "Well, I can send you on a cruise. You'll travel all the way to Egypt. You can visit the pyramids. And lots of other wonderful Egyptian monuments," she offered. I accepted right away. This vacation sounded fabumouse. "Just remember, Mr. Stilton," Ms. Sweetpaws warned. "Your plane leaves tomorrow

啊,艺术…几分钟后，我的手机响了。 是甜爪小姐。“先生。 斯蒂尔顿?”她尖声问道。“你为什么还不走?”我咬着胡须。 “嗯，嗯，嗯，我好像错过了飞机。”我结结巴巴地说。 “但那不是我的错……” 甜爪女士哼了一声。然后我听到她在整理文件。 “好吧，我可以送你去巡游。 你将一路旅行到埃及。 你可以参观金字塔。 还有许多其他美妙的埃及古迹。” 我马上就接受了。这个假期听起来棒极了。 “记住，斯蒂尔顿先生。” Sweetpaws警告说。“你的飞机明天起飞

evening at eight o'clock sharp!" That night, I unpacked my suitcase once more. This time, I took a swimsuit, shorts, a pair of binoculars, a notebook, my camera, and A Field Mouse's Guide to Egypt. As I packed, I began to sing. "AH, ART, THERE'S NOTHING LIKE ART...."

晚上八点整!”那天晚上，我再次打开行李箱。 这一次，我带了一件泳衣、短裤、一副双筒望远镜、一个笔记本、我的相机和一本《埃及地鼠指南》。 我一边收拾行李，一边开始唱歌。 "啊，艺术，什么都比不上艺术...."