Pasha Goes to Boola Bardip

 Pasha was very excited. It had been a while since he'd been anywhere. But this weekend, he was off to the Western Australian Museum. 

     "We're going to Boola Bardip, today," said his friend, Lily.   

    "I thought we were going to the museum," said Pasha, worriedly. "I hope I have everything we need."

    He had his hay fever pills ready, and his hat, and his bottle of water. Was that everything? 

   "Boola Bardip is the new name for the museum," said Lily. "I've got tickets to the Egyptian exhibition that's come all the way from the Netherlands." 

    "Shouldn't that be a Dutch exhibition, then?" asked Pasha.

    "No time to explain," said Lily, as they had to rush for the bus. 

    At the museum, in the city, there was a big queue to see the Egyptian exhibition. There was a "Mummify a Cat" game to play on the computer. 

    Yuck, thought Pasha.

    So cool, thought Lily. She was really good at it too. 

    There were scrolls and stone statues. There were pots and jewellery. And then there were lots of mummies wrapped up and lying in glass cases.

    "Why on earth are they called mummies?" wondered Pasha. "They don't look like anybody's mothers. In fact they all look the same."

    "It comes from the Persian word for "tar" or "mummiya"," said Lily, reading the info sheet. "People thought the mummies were covered in tar."

   There was lots to see and do at Boola Bardip. But Pasha's favourite part was running through the water fountains outside. They were so cool on a hot day!

    "You are a bit silly, Pasha," Lily said, with a giggle. She hated getting her hair wet, but Pasha was damp all over from the spray.

    It's a pity mummies can't do that, he thought, as he walked back to the bus station with Lily. They must get awfully hot, lying in their bandages.