They were a husband and a wife on their Honeymoon and they were in a museum looking at one of a hundred mummies .
The mummy that Jingle and Milo were looking was in it’s sarcophagus, the lid was off and the mummy and it’s coffin were standing upright encased in a glass case.
A the mummy’s feet was the story about the nameless princess- dead for thousands of years now- with the back of her skull missing.
Was it a murder?
Was it an accident during the embalming process?
Who buried the Princess, whose hands were also missing,below the floor of a tomb belonging to the many dogs once owned by the Pharaoh
asked the card
which also had a black and white picture next to it of the Mummy’s unwrapped head
showing the curious
the damaged skull.
Jingle looked into the face of the long dead woman and snickered-she did not laugh, she did not chuckle…she snickered
and when she realized her husband was watching her she blushed- just a little,
cleared her throat a tiny bit-
and then she tried,
not very successfully,
to saunter away like all of the rest of the Musuem Vistors who were just looking around on that July afternoon.
” Jingle…come back here…Jingle… “
And Jingle said to Milo as she disappeared comfortably into the rows of the dead.
” When some people tell you hands off …they mean it Milo. “