One mummy got tired of hanging around the tomb. The other mummies were boring. They never talked about anything but olden times.
“Mystic
secrets’ this, ‘ancient rites’ that”, he said to himself, “I’m outta here.” So he left, sneaking out the back way.
When
he clawed his way out, blinking his eyes in the bright sun, he was very near a
tourist picnic site. “Eeeeeeeek!” Everybody screamed and ran away! One man, a
tourist from Des Moines, fell and knocked himself unconscious. The mummy looked
him over. “Times have changed,” he said, “I can see that.” He gently stole his
clothes.
“Hey!”
he said, “They fit! Great!” He rummaged around in his wrappers and found a
ring, which he put in the unconscious tourist’s hand in thanks for the suit and
tie.
Then
he remembered his head. He wondered what he could possibly do? He knew people
would notice his yellowish crumbling cerements and glowing red eyes. They would
shun him.
His
glowing red eyes landed on a picnic table. He saw sandwiches, chips, plastic
forks…there! A round flat white disc of paper! The very thing!
Using
ketchup, mustard, and a twig he went to work.
“Long
eyelashes.” he said to himself, “Girls think long eyelashes are cute.” “Oh, and
a big, happy, normal looking smile.”
After a time he was finished with his
disguise. “Just right.” He said with satisfaction. “No one will know I’m a
mummy! I’ll tell them I’m an investment counselor.”
He
tied his paper plate face on and headed for Cairo, full of big plans.
Hmmmm.
Well, good luck I guess, Mr. Mummy.
THE END
*
The tourist, although initially angry at waking up naked, recovered his good
humor when he found out the ring was very valuable.
He
sold the ring, bought a yacht and called it ‘The Crazy Mummy’.
(This story goes with the mummy paper doll on my site:
‘Gayle’s Paper Doll Page.)
c
2000 Gayle Broadbent-Ferris