"Rats. They are chewing on something," said Precious. "I'm going to see what it is." She turned the door handle and poked her head into the dark room. The scratching stopped. "Get a flashlight," she whispered to her brother.

Rosie felt a small smile creep onto her face. Maybe this would be fun after all! She quickly picked up a jar and looked at its dusty bottom. "And we must remember," she said, as most grown-up as she could, "that the king doesn't like one speck of dirt!"