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The Secret of the Hidden Scrolls: The Lion's Roar, Book 6
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By M. J. Thomas
Illustrated by Lisa Reed
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1
READY OR NOT
Great-Uncle Solomon sat in his comfy leather chair, covered his eyes, and started counting. “One, two, three.”
Peter and Mary ran through the house searching for the perfect place to hide.
“Ruff!” Hank barked as Peter ran past Great-Uncle Solomon.
“That’s not fair!” said Peter. “If Hank is on your team, he has to cover his eyes too.”
Hank turned and hid his eyes under his paws.
“Four, five, six, seven,” counted Great-Uncle Solomon.
Peter and Mary ran toward the shiny suit of armor.
Peter stopped and tried to figure out which way to go. Great-Uncle Solomon’s house was huge, and there were lots of places to hide. It was two stories with long hallways leading to room after room filled with all of his archaeological discoveries. Peter thought it was more like a museum than a house.
“Eight, nine,” said Great-Uncle Solomon.
“Let’s split up,” said Mary. “It will be harder to find us.”
“Good idea,” said Peter. He pointed up the stairs. “You go that way.”
Mary hurried up the stairs to find her hiding place.
Peter ran past the suit of armor, down the hallway. He slid to a stop in front of the tall wooden doors to the library. He reached for the
handle shaped like a lion’s head. He tried to open it, but the handle wouldn’t turn.
“I guess I’ll have to wait for the lion’s roar,” he said to himself.
“Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen,” Great-Uncle Solomon’s counting echoed down the hallway.
Peter’s heart pounded. He only had until the count of twenty to hide. He headed back toward the living room and saw Great-Uncle Solomon and Hank with their heads down.
“Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen.”
Peter spotted a door underneath the stairs. He opened the door and discovered a closet filled with coats and boxes. He closed the door behind him and scooted some of the boxes over so he could hide in the corner.
One of the boxes fell and spilled onto the floor. Peter felt in the darkness and picked up books and a small flashlight. He turned on the
flashlight to see what else had fallen out. He saw a compass. Maybe I can use this on our next adventure, thought Peter as he tucked it in his pocket.
“Eighteen, nineteen, twenty,” counted Great-Uncle Solomon. “Ready or not, here I come!”
“Woof!” Hank barked.
Peter turned off the flashlight and crouched quietly in the corner behind the boxes. He heard footsteps coming toward the door. He held his breath and didn’t move a muscle.
The footsteps walked past the door. Peter could hear them walking up the stairs—right above his head. He let out a sigh of relief. Then the footsteps stopped.
“Aarf, aarf!” barked Hank.
“What is it, Hank?” said Great-Uncle Solomon.
Peter heard Hank’s paws coming down the stairs, around the corner, and then scratching at the closet door.
Great-Uncle Solomon swung the door wide open. Light flooded into the dark closet. Hank found Peter crouched in the corner and licked his face.
Peter stood up and wiped off the slobber. “How did you find me?”
Great-Uncle Solomon petted Hank’s head. “Hank is good at hide-and-seek! Now let’s go find Mary.”
They left the closet and headed past the shiny
suit of armor. Hank stopped and made a low growl at the armor.
Great-Uncle Solomon peeked around the armor. “She’s not hiding there.”
Peter stared at the knight. “Where did you find the armor?”
Great-Uncle Solomon rubbed his chin. “I was on an archaeology expedition in Rome,” he said. “I discovered a long, dark tunnel that led to ancient catacombs.”
“What are catacombs?” said Peter.
“They are man-made caves where very important people were buried.”
A shiver ran through Peter’s body. “Like an underground cemetery?”
Great-Uncle Solomon adjusted his round glasses under his bushy, white eyebrows. “Exactly.”
“Who did the armor belong too?” asked Peter.
“I believe it belonged to…”
“Ahhhhh!” A high-pitched scream came from upstairs.
2
A PILE OF TILES
“That’s Mary!” said Peter. “Let’s go see what happened!”
“Ahhhhh!” Mary screamed again.
“Hank!” said Peter. “Find Mary!”
Hank darted up the stairs with Peter and Great-Uncle Solomon on his trail. Peter was surprised how quickly Great-Uncle Solomon moved. He was so old.
Hank took a sharp left at the top of the stairs and headed down the long hallway. He ran back and forth sniffing one door after another.
“Ruff!” Hank scratched at the fourth door on the left.
When Peter caught up with Hank, he pressed his ear against the door. He didn’t hear a sound. “Are you sure she’s in there?”
“Woof!” Hank barked and wagged his tail.
Peter tuned the knob and slowly opened the door to a dark room. He shined his flashlight around the room and saw Mary standing in the middle with her back to them. She was frozen like a popsicle.
“We found you!” shouted Peter.
“Shhh,” said Mary, slowly walking backward.
“What’s wrong?” whispered Great-Uncle Solomon.
“There’s a lion on the other side of the room,” she whispered.
Hank ran into the room and growled.
“Stop, Hank!” said Mary. “It’s too big.”
Peter shined the light across the room as Mary ran out.
“Do you see it?” said Mary.
Peter laughed. “I found your scary lion.”
“Then why are you laughing?” said Mary.
Great-Uncle Solomon reached in the room and turned on the light. “It’s not alive,” he said. “It’s just a statue.”
Mary’s cheeks turned red. “Well, it looked real in the dark.”
Peter walked over to the lion and ran his hand across the rough stone lion’s mane. Its mouth was wide open, revealing massive fangs.
“It is a little scary,” said Peter, holding back his laughter.
Mary walked over to the lion. “Where did you discover it?”
Great Uncle-Solomon stared at the lion for a moment. “On an archaeology dig many, many years ago.”
“Before we were born?” asked Mary.
Great-Uncle Solomon chuckled. “Yes, it was before your parents were born.”
“Wow!” said Peter. “That was a long time ago.”
“Where was the dig?” said Mary.
Great-Uncle Solomon walked quickly across the room to a huge table covered in dusty artifacts. “Where’s that map?” he muttered. “Oh, here it is.” He unrolled an old map on the table.
Hank stood on his hind legs and put his paws on the table. Peter and Mary crowded in for a closer look.
“This is a map of ancient Babylon,” he said.
Peter looked at the map and saw a huge city
surrounded by a wall. There was a large palace, lots of temples, and a long river running straight through the middle.
Great-Uncle Solomon pointed to a blue circle near a temple. “I found it right here.”
Mary pointed at a big red X beside a long road leading to the palace. “What happened here?”
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- On Sale
- Oct 15, 2019
- Page Count
- 128 pages
- Publisher
- WorthyKids
- ISBN-13
- 9781546033950
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