"Snowbottle! Snowbottle!! we are here." The annoying voice of a teenage prince woke him out of the peacefulness of his slumber.
Snowbottle signed as he removed the cowboy hat on his face.
In his mind, this was the worse field trip ever.
This week has been one stressful week for him.
In all honesty, he wished that he could go back to Britain and fend off assassination attacks day and night than come to this place.
Apart from the beautiful local women that he enjoyed before his sight, he really did not like coming here.
This place was not a favorable location for the relaxation he envisioned for himself.
The young prince Adams had a soft spot for research, and an even softer spot for pyramids.
As if the escort to the hot deserts of Egypt was not enough, the young prince had to pull him to Asia.
His love for pyramids was so strong that Snowbottle guessed that this prince might go back home and build a pyramid castle for himself.
