Ramesses: Where am I?
I don't like it here.
It is dark and cold.
People are drilling me
and scratching me.
Narrator: Ramesses didn't like it where he was. People were always taking photo's.
Ramesses: Stop taking photo's, it's hurting my eyes.
Crowd: Oh look, there's Ramesses.
We don't get to touch him he's too high up.
Ramesses: Stop, you're frightening me!
Narrator: Ramesses was frightened of the crowd because they were shouting.
Ramesses: I wish I was in a warm gallery.
Narrator: Some children ran into the door and saw Ramesses.
Ramesses: The children
are not interested in me.
They just want to see
The Rosetta stone!
Narrator: And just as he thought that, they ran up to read all about him!
Ramesses: Oh look, there are more children…
Narrator: After the children had finished reading, they went to see something else.
Children: I think Ramesses was the best.
I am going to miss Ramesses…
Narrator: Did Ramesses hear?


By Keileigh and Naomi