First off, I love this year's summer vacation theme! I decided to give it my own twist in this drawing, featuring pets of mine.
Meet
Professor Benedict T. G. Swanky
and his native assistant,
Faralon.
Unbeknownst to Professor Swanky (who looks very swanky in his summer clothes, I must say), the intern he hired to assist him on his archaeological dig did not appreciate her home land being torn up and dug through in the name of science. She lured the Professor into a tomb where he accidentally awakened the long-deceased pharaoh, Yemangeti, and his guardian dogs. She was hoping to scare the wits out of the Professor and discourage him from performing any more experiments. She partially succeeded, as we learn by studying the professor's journal:
Meet
Professor Benedict T. G. Swanky
and his native assistant,
Faralon.
Unbeknownst to Professor Swanky (who looks very swanky in his summer clothes, I must say), the intern he hired to assist him on his archaeological dig did not appreciate her home land being torn up and dug through in the name of science. She lured the Professor into a tomb where he accidentally awakened the long-deceased pharaoh, Yemangeti, and his guardian dogs. She was hoping to scare the wits out of the Professor and discourage him from performing any more experiments. She partially succeeded, as we learn by studying the professor's journal:
Professor Benedict T. G. Swanky wrote:
Friday, July twenty-fifth, 2014
Today, journal, was busy for me in more ways than I expected. As you know, today marks the date of my archaeological dig. My lovely assistant, Faralon, was doing her best to help out, scurrying around fetching pails of water and polishing magnifying glasses. She looked and acted very anxious, because the whole expedition depended on her knowledge of the tomb we were about to set foot into. From what I had heard, many souls without keen navigational skills such as hers died in the attempt to rob and defile it. When we arrived, we were going to uncover long-lost artifacts and lay eyes on sarcophagi untouched for millenia. Then, we shall load our findings onto the S.S. Pearlshine, on which we arrived, and set off for home to deliver these historical treasures to museums, where they belong, to avoid further damage. Around nine o' clock in the morning, when the sun was still low in the sky, we set off, Faralon in the lead. The tomb we entered was built much like a maze, with winding hallways and dead ends, but Faralon took me through it with ease, as if she did it every day. "Behold," she said, entering a large room at the end of the maze. I looked on in awe, but didn't notice her slip away. When I turned to look back at her, she was gone. Before me stood a grand coffin, carved with an intricate face, no doubt belonging to the pharaoh, inlaid with gold and lapis lazuli. On either side sat a dog with paws folded in front of it carved out of stone, warily watching me through narrowed eyes. To the left stood a tunnel. I wanted to explore it, but my duties first called to the sarcophagus. After I had removed the treasures inside, my goal was to dig around until I discovered the burial chamber below, which held all of the late pharaoh Yemangeti's possessions, and probably several tons of gold. I stepped up to the coffin and opened it with shaking paws. I jumped back in fright when I saw a mummy inside, not accustomed to seeing thousand-year-old dead corpses. It was still wearing bandages and its whole body was hidden, except for a strip around its face where I could see black, matted fur and a pair of closed eyes. Just then, they flicked open, sending me backwards with a jump. I heard laughter and the next second, the stone dogs turned into real ones, and they were coming right for me! I left my tools and ran in a frenzy out of the room, calling for Faralon. I saw an opportunity and squeezed through a hole in the decaying brick wall, bringing me out back into the light of day. Not waiting for Faralon, I dashed back to our camp, chest heaving, to write all of this down lest I forget (though how someone could forget an experience like that is beyond me). Now I am debating over whether or not it was real, but one thing's for certain: I'm not going back there ever again!
