“Rat art!” I said.That could be a picture of a rat. I just hoped it didn’t mean a picture that a rat drew. I’d never have a chance of finding something like that. But where could I find a picture of a rat?

Kaylee liked to draw. And she loved animals. I ran home, went up to her room, and asked her if she had any drawings of rats.

Kaylee nodded. “Yup. I love to draw them. They’re so cute.” After digging around for a minute, she pulled out a nice picture of a white rat eating a hunk of Swiss cheese.

“You art so talented. Can I burrow the rat?” I asked.

“Sure. You can have it.” She handed me the picture and ran off.

I pulled the bag out of my pocket. As I started to put the picture near the opening at the top, I felt a tugging, like the bag was a giant magnet and the drawing was a paper clip. I let go of the drawing and—SWOOSH—it got sucked inside the bag.

One down. Six to go.

I had a great idea. I went downstairs and dug through the box of games in the living room. We had one game called Scrabble that used wooden tiles with letters on them. Mom and Dad played it all the time. I started pushing the tiles around, looking for anagrams.

Hey, tile and lite were anagrams. I picked up one of the tiles. It didn’t weigh much. I tried to put it in the bag, but it wouldn’t go.

“Duh,” I said as I realized my mistake. I’d done the same thing last year on a spelling test. No matter what it might say on food boxes and menus, the word wasn’t spelled l-i-t-e—it was l-i-g-h-t.

But I kept playing around with the letters and came up with a bunch of ideas.Whenever I got one, I wrote it down on a piece of paper. Speaking of which, piece didn’t have any anagrams that I could find. Neither did paper. I figured I’d never find some of the things on my list, like a rock cork, since that didn’t make much sense. Neither did door odor, shoe hose, or glass slags. I figured a taco coat would be hilarious, but I knew there wasn’t any chance I’d find one.And if I tried to make one, I was sure I’d mess up the whole kitchen. But I wrote down every single anagram I thought of, just in case.

A couple of times I got so close to good ones, it drove me crazy. Like with apple. You can use most of the letters to spell peal. But then I realized I had two problems. I had a letter left over, and I’d spelled the wrong kind of peel.