It's a tranquil evening in the city, as you relax in your fourth-story apartment, enjoying the serenity of a quiet moment. Suddenly, an unexpected sound interrupts the calm. On the balcony crouches a mummy swathed in linen bandages, wearing an Egyptian-style headdress. It speaks in a voice that squeaks.

"What, you never seen a mummy before?"

Without awaiting an answer, it continues.

"I am seeking emmer bread. Have you any?"

Peering at you with a penetrating intensity, the mummy wobbles slightly as a gust of wind sends a few of its less securely fastened linens fluttering like streamers. It's kind of festive.