The Egyptian Enchantment: A Lottie Lipton Adventure
Amazing said Lottie She approached the sarcophagus to get a closer look but hit her toe on a smaller box Ow What’s this Ah yes that Why don’t you open it and find out for yourself my dear said Uncle Bert handing her the crowbar She began to pry the nails out of the top of the wooden box With a POP the lid came off revealing what was inside Ah exclaimed Lottie Dolls Pah Dolls indeed scoffed Uncle Bert These my dear are shabtis Lottie carefully took one of the little models out of the box It was about the same size as a doll but made of clay It had 8
writing all over its body and its arms were folded like a mini mummy When the ancient Egyptians died they believed that they went to an afterlife where the god Osiris would make them work on the land Rich people were buried with shabtis who would come alive and do the work for them Poppycock of course Lottie was fascinated by the shabtis She ran her fingers over the engraved writing What is the writing Uncle Bert Hmm Oh just a spell said Uncle Bert He was busy throwing the wood shavings and crumpled up paper that surrounded the sarcophagus over his shoulder 9
Wow A spell thought Lottie and she almost dropped the shabti in excitement What on Earth is going on came a bellow from behind them interrupting Lottie’s train of thought Oh no thought Lottie It’s Sir Trev Sir Trevelyan Taylor the Head Curator of the museum was the grumpiest man that Lottie knew He hated Uncle Bert and Lottie living at the museum and was always trying to come up with new ways to get them thrown out He came striding toward them wearing a dapper blue suit 10
Professor West What is this mess he barked This mess as you call it is a three thousand-year-old mummy We’re very lucky to have it at the museum said Uncle Bert his moustache twitching with annoyance But you’re blocking the main entrance You should have unpacked this in the Egyptology section Sir Trevelyan cried He had a point Lottie looked around at the dismantled packing crate and wood shavings scattered across the floor It would take ages to clear it up I’ll get a broom sighed Lottie You’d better be quick sneered Sir 11
