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

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...."

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