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  Jeremy wanted to say, “No problem.”

  But just then, everything went black.

  Jeremy opened his eyes. He was in the little room in the Enchanted Theater. Aristotle washed his fur by the window.

  “You’re home!” said Mr. Magnus.

  “I saved Icarus,” said Jeremy. “That was my fifth brave thing. But I didn’t solve the riddle.”

  Mr. Magnus’s face fell. “It was the hardest one,” he said kindly.

  He picked up the scroll. He read out loud, “I’m round like a ball, but I’m not a toy. Beware, Inventor, and your little boy.”

  “Meow!” said Aristotle. He batted his paw against the window. Outside, the sunset was orange and red.

  “That’s it!” said Jeremy. “The answer is the sun. The sun melted Icarus’s wings!”

  Jeremy and Mr. Magnus and Aristotle looked at the lightning bolt in the corner of the room. It glowed with a dazzling light.

  “It’s the sign from Zeus,” said Jeremy. “We got it right!”

  Aristotle purred.

  Mr. Magnus beamed. “It looks like the Enchanted Theater is back in business!”

  Chapter Eleven

  Bravo!

  The Enchanted Theater was ablaze with lights. Above the big doors, a sign said Daedalus and the Fantastic Flying Machine. Held over by popular demand.

  Inside the theater, the velvet curtain closed across the great stage.

  There was a storm of clapping.

  Jeremy clapped the hardest of all. He was sitting in the front row between Mr. Magnus and Aristotle. It was the best play he had ever seen.

  “Encore!” someone yelled. “Encore!”

  “It’s the fifth curtain call,” boasted Mr. Magnus. He was dressed in his fine evening suit.

  Jeremy waited for the curtain to open one more time. He held his breath.

  Suddenly something tiny and gray scurried out from under the curtain. A mouse! Aristotle saw it too. He leaped off his seat.

  “No, Aristotle,” whispered Jeremy.

  But it was too late. Aristotle bounded onto the stage.

  Someone in the audience laughed. Then more people laughed.

  Jeremy slid off his seat. “Come back, Aristotle,” he hissed.

  He climbed onto the stage. The mouse had disappeared. Aristotle was batting the edge of the curtain.

  Jeremy grabbed Aristotle.

  At that moment, the curtains fell open. A spotlight shone in Jeremy’s face.

  On each side of him, the actors and actresses held hands. They raised them over their heads.

  The roar of clapping echoed to the high ceiling.

  Mr. Magnus stood up. “Three cheers for Jeremy and Aristotle!” he cried.

  Everyone stood up. The theater rang with their cries.

  “Bravo!”

  “Bravo!”

  “Hooray for Jeremy and Aristotle!”

  Aristotle purred. Jeremy blinked in the bright lights. Then he did the only thing he could do.

  He bowed.

  Becky Citra is the author of Jeremy and the Enchanted Theater, the first book in the Jeremy series. She is also the author of the Max and Ellie books, Orca Young Readers set in nineteenth-century Upper Canada. She lives in Bridge Lake, British Columbia.

 

 

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