More Meerkat Madness by Ian Whybrow

Author:Ian Whybrow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barron's Educational Series, Inc.
Published: 2013-09-10T04:00:00+00:00

It was still early morning when, shaking with cold and with no time for a proper, leisurely Warm-up, Skeema, Mimi, and Little Dream stood together by the dead fire, feeling miserable and hopeless. So far, nobody had come up with any sort of plan.

“Uncle Fearless would know what to do,” said Skeema. “And he’s an excellent tracker. I think we should go back to Far Burrow and get his advice. Don’t you think so, Mimi? Besides, he’s bound to be worried sick about us.”

“He’s not worried about me,” said Mimi bitterly. “All he cares about is that fluffy female.”

“Now, that’s not fair!” replied Skeema. “He would die for us and you know it!”

“But we promised Griff we would help him find his mama,” Little Dream reminded them. “We can’t do that if we don’t go and rescue him! We just haven’t got time to go back to Far Burrow right now. I really think we should follow the Vroom-vroom. You don’t need to be clever to follow Vroom-vroom tracks when they’re fresh. But the sand will cover them if we don’t hurry!”

“Good plan, Dreamie!” said Skeema. “You’re right. There’s no time to lose. Poor old Griff has had a rough time and besides, it was really friendly of him to keep us warm, don’t you think?”

“Yes, and it was pretty special of him not to eat us, too,” added Little Dream.

Talking about eating made the kits hungry, and if they were going on a rescue mission, they’d need plenty of energy. They sniffed at the dirt, ready to dig for breakfast. “Look here!” cried Mimi. Close by the ostrich egg-wells, another broad leaf had appeared, folded neatly into a parcel. This time it contained orange fruit, nuts, a paste made of crushed seeds, and some fat, wriggling maggots. Just the perfect breakfast! The kits dug in, too hungry to even wonder where it came from.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight caught the glass beads sewn onto the leather pouch that Mimi had found. Even though he was wearing the Blah-blah eye-protectors he always wore, Little Dream was still dazzled by the way they glittered.

“What’s in this?” he asked, picking up the pouch and shaking it. It rattled. He put his paw inside the pouch and pulled out a pawful of beautifully painted pieces of ostrich shell.

“I don’t know what these are, but I will take them with me,” announced Little Dream. “You never know—they might come in handy.”

“And I will take this to be my tall stick, like the one belonging to the shape of the Blah-blah warrior I saw in the cave,” announced Skeema. He picked up the strong, white, hollow bone that came from the shin of an ostrich. He waved it like a spear in one paw while he lifted the Snap-Snap in the other and squeaked it.

Not to be out-done, Mimi grabbed a handful of feathers and porcupine quills and stuck them in her headband. “Now I look important, like a secretary bird. And I can strut, peck, and stamp, and look fearsome.

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