Salome & Sheba Bag a Burglar
by Heather J. Tomlinson
Illustrated by Ed Woodward III

EXCERPT

It had been a very long, hot summer's day, which had turned into a very warm evening. Salome and Sheba were lying on top of the cool hay inside their cage.

"I'm very warm," said Sheba.

"Yes, me too," said Salome. "I'm glad Phoebe left the window open for us. The breeze is lovely." She stood up on her back legs, raised her head high into the air and began to wiggle her whiskers in the breeze.

It was dark outside, but the streetlight shone through the open window and lit up the sitting room with a warm, golden glow. Salome and Sheba lay back down on the cool hay, wrapped their tails around each other, and fell asleep.

Sheba was the first to wake. She had heard a noise.... and then a voice.

A man's voice.

"SSHH!" whispered the deep voice. "Be quiet, someone will hear us."

"Sorry," said another, squeaky voice. "I tripped over something. It's hard to see in this light. Can't you turn on the flashlight?"

A beam of light appeared out of nowhere and Sheba dropped down into the hay.

"Loamie. Loamie!" she whispered. "There's someone in the room." Salome lifted her head sleepily. "It's probably Phoebe," she said.

"No," said Sheba. "I think it might be burglars." She nudged Salome's bottom and whispered in her ear. "I can make out two different voices.

One's very deep and the other is more ... well, more squeaky. I've never heard them before."

"Do you really think they're burglars?" whispered Salome.

Sheba nodded. "Who else would it be at this time of night?" she said.

"And in the dark too."

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