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said.
    Willy and Billy grinned with delight while Dr Trifle looked through a stack of quiz papers.
    ‘Willy and Billy
should
win a prize,’ he said, holding up their paper. ‘But I’m not exactly sure what prize it should be. You see I’m afraid that the answer to the first question is not: Five, four, three, two, one,
blast-off. And
the animal with the highest intelligence is not the
giraffe.
And a caterpillar isn’t
a worm with a fur coat.
Nor can I agree that rhubarb is
celery with high blood pressure.
And a volcano isn’t
a mountain with hiccups
. Would you like me to go on?’
    Selby started smiling as he realised he must have mixed up the papers and had put his answers back in the desk and thrown Dr Trifle’s away.
    By now everyone was screaming with laughter as Aunt Jetty blushed from ear to ear.
    ‘It was that stupid dog!’ Willy screamed, pointing to Selby.
    ‘Yeah, he told us the wrong answers!’ Billy added.
    And with this, the audience laughed even louder.
    Later that day when Dr and Mrs Trifle were safely at home, Mrs Trifle said, ‘I don’t know where the boys got those answers, but you have to admit they were quite funny.’
    ‘Yes,’ Dr Trifle agreed. ‘If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought that Gary Gaggs had answered those questions himself.’
    ‘Well,’ Selby thought as he remembered the wonderful sight of Aunt Jetty dragging her sons out of the hall by their ears, ‘I guess you could say that he did. With a little bit of help from a certain talking dog.’
    Paw note: I can’t tell you right now because it’ll ruin the story. Sorry.
    S

SAHARA SELBY
    ‘I’m starting to hate sand,’ Selby mumbled as he gazed across the desert. ‘I’ve got sand in my fur, sand in my eyes, and every time I open my mouth sand blows in there too. Oh, and the sun is sooooooo hot! I’m getting sunburnt right through my fur!’
    On the front camel was the Trifles’ old friend Professor Krakpott, from the Department of Old and Crusty Things at Federal University. Behind him were three more camels carrying Mrs Trifle, Dr Trifle, and finally, Selby.
    ‘All this rocking back and forth is making me sea-sick,’ Selby thought. ‘No wonder they call camels the ships of the desert.’
    A line of people on camels passed by going in the opposite direction.
    ‘Now, they’re smart,’ Selby thought. ‘They’re covered from head to foot in cloth with just a slit to see out. That’s what I need.’
    As the day wore on, Selby’s camel began to fall behind the others.
    ‘Come on now, Daisy,’ Selby muttered, tapping the camel on the neck. ‘Get a move on.’
    At the touch of Selby’s paw, Daisy started bucking.
    ‘Stop that!’ Selby said, clinging to his saddle. ‘Okay, go at your own speed.’
    Daisy set off walking again.
    ‘Sheesh!’ Selby thought. ‘She really doesn’t like me. Maybe she’s never been ridden by a dog before.’
    Professor Krakpott stopped and pulled an old map from one of the bags that hung from his camel.
    ‘If this map is correct,’ he said,’ the Lost City of Kakalot should be just about here.’
    ‘How could anyone lose a whole city?’ Mrs Trifle asked. ‘Wouldn’t there still be old buildings sticking up?’
    ‘Cities didn’t have tall buildings way back then,’ the professor explained. ‘Just lots of lowbuildings. When the people moved away to find a better place to live the sand gradually covered up the old city.’
    ‘So how will we find the ruins?’ Dr Trifle asked.
    ‘We must dig, Blinky!’ Professor Krakpott cried, using Dr Trifle’s old nickname. ‘And if we’re very lucky we’ll find something that I’ve been looking for all my life:
The Ancient Book of H’ardi-har.
‘
    ‘The Ancient Book of H’ardi-har?’
Mrs Trifle said. ‘Another old book for your Museum of Old and Crusty Things?’
    ‘Yes, but much more than that. You see, the people of Kakalot had a great sense of humour.’
    ‘You’d have to have a great sense of humour to