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  Foreword

  The behavior and adventures of the characters in this book are modeled after those of certain actual meerkats still living in the Kalahari. These creatures wish to remain anonymous to protect their privacy. For this reason, their names and their language have been changed. Any similarity between these characters and any meerkat-stars of stage or screen is purely coincidental. Furthermore, any resemblance between Oolooks or Whevubins on safari, actual Click-clicks or Sir David Attenborough is purely in the eye of the beholder.

  Ian Whybrow

  First edition for the United States published

  in 2013 by Barron’s Educational Series, Inc.

  Text © Ian Whybrow 2011

  Illustrations © Sam Hearn 2011

  First published in 2011 by

  HarperCollins Children’s Books

  77-85 Fulham Palace Road

  Hammersmith, London W6 8JB

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be

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  Print edition ISBN: 978-1-4380-0303-0

  eISBN: 978-1-4380-9226-3

  First eBook Publication: April 2013

  Library of Congress Catalog No.: 2012953972

  Also available by Ian Whybrow

  Little Wolf’s Book of Badness

  For Judith Bows, Library Supremo, and all the children of ICS, Zurich and especially for Abbie, Lara, and Caroline, who asked me to do an adventure story for them; for Nilou who likes yellow, Esther who likes dark blue, and Maria and Malti who prefer purple.

  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  In the chamber, three meerkat babies were squeezed up close on their uncle’s lap, because this was, in fact, a nursery.

  Once Uncle Fearless had been a king; now he was their babysitter. That is the meerkat way when things go badly.

  One of Uncle’s eyes was missing and his fur was a bit patchy and ragged in places. His left arm had an unusual bend in it. “War wounds, what-what!” he would often explain. He had not lost his royal pride.

  This secret nursery was completely dark. Once or twice Uncle had shown the babies how to dig through the thick sand that served as their main door, but there was no light in the tunnels outside. So, the young meerkats had not yet seen what their uncle looked like.

  He had just come down from the Upworld with supper. He hadn’t had much time to forage, for a fierce sandstorm was raging outside the safe fortress of the burrow. Still, he had brought them each some worms. And for a treat, there was a plump Flap-Neck Chameleon to share. Delicious!

  “Make us big and strong!” piped Little Dream. He was growing fast, but he was by far the smallest of the three. That meant he was always last in line. He was born a moment or two before his brother and sister, Skeema and Mimi, but they had always treated him like the baby. He talked in a strange way, and, to tell the truth, they thought he was a bit dumb.

  Uncle wanted the little meerkats to settle down and go to sleep. “For tomorrow,” he promised them, “you must all be ready to leave the nursery and join the rest of the tribe!”

  How they squeaked and squealed and squirmed when they heard that! They weren’t at all sure that they wanted to leave the safe and cozy darkness. It wasn’t easy for Uncle to calm them down, and he had to use his warning voice before they settled.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “It’ll be fun.” He told them that there were some older, more important meerkats in the burrow; some princes and a princess. Now that Skeema, Mimi, and Little Dream were old enough, he was ready to lead them along the tunnels to the Upworld and introduce them. And then, if they were very good, they would meet the King and Queen.

  “You’ll be able to see them,” said Uncle. “It’s like smelling with your eyes. The sun will show you how. It’s lovely.”

  “And will we see you?” asked Skeema.

  “Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, I look wonderfully handsome in sunlight,” he answered. The little meerkats weren’t sure what that meant. Still, for the moment they were happy just to know that he was there to defend them and that he had a sharp and special smell that they were very fond of. They could not remember their mother, Princess Fragrant. She had been taken by a wild dog when they were just three days old. They could just remember Flower, who had nursed them and fed them milk in the very early times. But it was Uncle whom they loved. Even if he did puff himself up, he meant the world to them.

  “Tell Mimi a story,” said Mimi, cuddling up. “Me! Me!”

  “Not just Mimi. Tell all of us!” begged Skeema.

  “Blah-blahs,” said Little Dream.

  “Yes,” said Skeema, “Tell us about the Blah-blahs.”

  Chapter 1

  There was nothing Uncle liked better than to talk about his Glory Days.

  He cleared his throat importantly. “Harrumph! This story is called ‘The Adventures of Bold King Fearless Among the Blah-blah Tribes,’” he announced.

  As usual, the meerkats asked, “Why are they called Blah-blahs, Uncle?”

  And as usual he laughed and said, “Because of the funny calls they make to each other, of course! Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!”

  They laughed and squirmed happily. Little Dream picked a fat flea off his sister and nibbled it thoughtfully while he listened.

  “Now, once upon a suntime,” said Uncle, “I left the safety of Far Burrow where I lived, at the far edge of the Land of the Sharpeyes, and set off to explore the Upworld. I wanted to travel and to learn all I could about my kingdom. At first, the rest of the tribe insisted that I took bodyguards with me. I was very precious to them, don’t you know!”

  “Like me. I’m precious!” Mimi piped up.

  “Don’t interrupt,” said Uncle, holding up a paw in the darkness.

  “Why did you need bodyguards?” asked Little Dream.

  “Ah, because of the dangers!” said Uncle. “Because of the enemies that lurk in every hollow in the sand and under every thorn bush!”

  “Oh dear,” sighed Little Dream.

  “Don’t forget The Silent Enemy in the sky,” added Mimi, who liked to show how clever she was. Uncle gave a trembling twitch and a gasp and she got a sharp nudge in the ribs from Skeema. “Sorry, Uncle!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  Uncle Fearless took another deep breath to pull himself together. “N-never mind. No harm done,” he murmured. It took him a while to calm down, but pretty soon he was happily showing off again. “As I have often told you, it is the meerkat way to stand by one another,” he said. “But your old Uncle was not afraid. Oh no, I was young and eager! I said to my subjects: ‘I am the greatest of all the Sharpeyes! Do you imagine that I am not brave enough or wise enough to explore my own kingdom by myself from time to time if I wish?’ And so I ventured out alone, something that you must never, never do. Soon I had marked every corner where a meer
kat can sniff! I discovered all there was to know out there among the sizzlingly hot Salt Pans at the far end of the kingdom. And do you know the most interesting thing that I discovered?”

  “The pointy mounds!” cried the little ones together. They liked this part. “Where the funny Blah-blahs live… IN THE AIR ABOVE THE GROUND!”

  “Exactly!” cried Uncle. “The Blah-blahs build hollow, pointy mounds, quite close together on TOP of the sand, what-what! Each mound is a burrow for a small tribe. Each mound is taller than a thorn tree; pointy at the top and much wider at the bottom. And do you know,” Uncle went on, letting them into the secret, “there’s no strength in those mounds at all. The walls are so thin that they ripple in the wind! Isn’t that ridiculous? A jackal could tear through those walls in two bites!”

  “Ah, but the Blah-blahs are bigger and stronger than us, aren’t they, Uncle Fearless?” put in Skeema.

  “Oh, yes!” said Uncle. “They’re giants. But in many ways they are just like us, only much funnier—and MUCH more charming and cute. I came across several tribes in my travels. Now, who do you want me to tell you about? The Oolooks who always jump up and down when they see a rhino or a giraffe and call oolook-oolook! Or would you like to hear about the Whevubins that are always dashing about calling hurryupp-hurryupp! when they can’t find their young. And when they do find them again, they chase them up and down calling whevubin-whevubin!

  Little Dream took his thumb out of his mouth and said wetly, “Click-clicks. Tell about you and the Click-clicks.”

  Uncle scratched his ear with his back leg and he shook so violently that the little meerkats had to hang on tight so as not to fall off his lap. The two biggest ones clung to his chest hair and Little Dream had to keep a good grip on the collar Uncle always wore with great pride.

  “Well then, Little Dream,” he said. “This collar you can feel around my neck was presented to me as a mark of respect by a very important Blah-blah. He was Chief of the Click-click tribe, no less! I used to see him passing by every day in his Vroom-vroom.”

  “What’s a Vroom-vroom?” asked Mimi.

  “Vroom-vrooms are huge, dreadful things!” said Uncle. “How can I explain? Ah, yes… now you all know that meerkats always make sure to dig plenty of escape tunnels when we build a burrow, don’t you?” (He felt his little audience nodding away.) “Well, the flimsy mounds where the Blah-blahs live have only one entrance. So they keep special moving burrows nearby and jump into them whenever they sense danger. At the first sign of a lion, a rhino, or any animal that bites or tramples—off they run, Vroom-vroom! Those things can move like stampeding wildebeests, what-what!”

  “Oh, really, Uncle!” laughed Skeema, not believing a word, but still enjoying the story. “You’ll be telling us next that Vroom-vrooms have got legs!”

  “Not at all, my boy. They glide along on round spinners that throw up clouds of sand! They do a terrible amount of roaring and dust-kicking and sometimes they let out an alarm call…Beep-beep! I’m pretty certain that these are tricks to frighten their enemies. But did your Uncle Fearless jump down the nearest bolthole when he saw them coming?”

  “Never! No way!” cheered the meerkats.

  “Of course not!” crowed Uncle Fearless. “I stood my ground like a king…”

  “And then you tamed Chief Click-click!” cried Little Dream, full of admiration.

  Skeema rolled his eyes. It’s all made up, he thought. Still, he didn’t want to interrupt a good story.

  “Well done, Dreamie! Yes, I tamed him. Mind you, it took ages before he and two of his subjects plucked up the courage to leave the safety of their Vroom-vroom. But finally, they came out. And bit by bit, they moved closer toward me on their tall, tall hind legs. The Chief led the way. He was very shy in spite of his great size, and at first he only dared look at me through the shiny box he held up in front of his eyes to protect them! Sometimes the chief went click-click! with his tongue, too, meaning that he was my subject. As each suntime passed, he became bolder and moved a little closer, bringing me tasty gifts of food. In the end, he knelt on the sand in front of me and bowed down—completely tame. “You are my king!” he seemed to say. I could do what I wanted with him. He even allowed me to climb on to his head and use him as a look-out post.”

  “Oo! What did he feel like?” gasped Little Dream. “Are they furry like us?”

  “Well, let me tell you… When you climb up any of the Blah-blahs you will find that their legs are mostly smooth and warm. They feel dry like bark. Yet on the middle parts of their bodies, they have a covering. It’s soft, I would say, not at all furry. Except on their heads. A lot of them have fur on their heads.”

  “Uncle! Have you really climbed a Blah-blah?” said Mimi.

  “Oh, many times! Once they know who’s boss, they’re safe as burrows to be with.”

  “What did the other Sharpeyes say when you told them?” asked Skeema, giggling. “Did they say, ‘Oo, Your Majesty! What a big fibber you are! There’s no such things as Blah-blahs or galloping Vroom-vrooms! You’re just making this all up.’?”

  “Not at all, you saucy young dung beetle!” he boomed. “Most of the tribe were too scared to come out of the burrow at first, but when at last they did, they saw for themselves. Of course, it took a bit of time to get used to the size of the great clumsy creatures, but in the end all the Sharpeyes got to know them. In fact, we did our best to teach the Blah-blahs useful skills. We showed them the way to dig proper burrows, how to forage for food, how to do sentry duty… all that sort of thing. We even showed them how to do a war dance. The sad thing was, the Click-clicks turned out to be a bit boring. They never did much of anything, apart from sitting and hiding behind their eye-protectors.”

  “I believe all of it,” said Little Dream. He never doubted his dear old babysitter.

  “Mind you,” added Uncle a little sadly, “all this was…Harrumph!…before my…er…accident, of course. I couldn’t be a king any more after that. My brother had to take my place.”

  “Sad,” murmured Little Dream.

  Suddenly Uncle’s fur stood stiff and he was on the alert. “Wup-wup-wup!” he called urgently, and pulled the meerkats tighter to him.

  “What is it, Uncle?” whispered Skeema.

  “I can feel something! There! The ground’s shaking!” said Mimi.

  Loose sand began to drift onto them from the ceiling. The three began to cough and whimper.

  “Is it an enemy?” whispered Little Dream. Skeema jumped down from Uncle’s lap and darted around the chamber making spitting noises. He always liked to have a plan. His present one was to run to an escape tunnel. He found himself digging furiously at the chamber door to get out.

  “It’s an earthquake, possibly,” said Uncle. “Hush, now, Skeema. Stay with the group.” “Vroom-vroom!” breathed Little Dream.

  Chapter 2

  After a minute or two, it was silent once more. Uncle sounded the all-clear—Yee-oh-oo-oo-oo!—then he mused, “Do you know, Little Dream, you may have been right. I suppose it could have been a Vroom-vroom.” He paused to have a sniff and a think. “But I doubt it. They never come over to this side of the kingdom of the Sharpeyes. No.” He clacked his teeth together to show that he had made up his mind. “I think it much more likely that the sandstorm was playing tricks in the tunnels.”

  The three meerkats relaxed. As soon as the danger passed, they were asking questions about the Blah-blahs again.

  “Do they stand on all fours?” Mimi wanted to know.

  And Little Dream asked: “Why they want to hide their eyes all the time?”

  “Ha-ha! Good questions! To answer yours first, Mimi: mostly they seem to move on their hind legs. And, as I mentioned before, they’re taller than ant hills. Do you remember our lesson, where I taught you all how to stand like sentries?”

  “Yes, yes,” squeaked the cubs, wriggling and stretching out their hind legs.

  “Well that’s how the Blah-blahs stand!”

  “I
can stand!” squealed Little Dream and showed them. It was too dark to see him struggling to balance. Finally he fell on his nose. Bonk! The others heard him, but took no notice.

  “Do you mean the she-Blah-blahs as well as the he-Blah-blahs?” Mimi squeaked. “Can the she-Blah-blahs stand? Like Mimi? Like me? Like me?”

  “Oh, give yourself a rest!” said Skeema scornfully.

  “Yes, Mimi, hush now,” said Uncle Fearless. “The Chief of the Click-clicks always has a female with him. Her legs are as long as the trunks of young baobab trees. She has a long, pale mane, but no fur otherwise, and she has longer claws than the male. Sometimes they shine bright like red berries. Her calls are softer than the males, except her alarm calls. Oh my goodness, I remember once when a scorpion scooted right up to her paw! She could easily have pounced on it and sucked the juice out of it. But what did she do? She did a funny sort of war dance and ran away making a noise like a scared baboon—eee!-eee!-eee!”

  Skeema enjoyed that. “Now make up something funny about the males,” he begged.

  “He’s not making it up,” insisted Little Dream.

  “Ah, yes, I was going to tell Dreamie about their eyes, wasn’t I?” said Uncle, ignoring Skeema. “The Blah-blahs look like young meerkats in a way, because their eyes are dark and usually on the front of their faces, but they’re flat and square and very shiny.”

  “What do you mean, usually on the front? ” asked Skeema. “Can they move them to other parts of their face?”

  “Oh, yes. Their eyes are joined to their ears by little arms. So sometimes the Blah-blahs lift their eyes up and put them on top of their heads.”

  “Oh!” gasped Mimi.

  “Oh, yes, they’re very strange,” said Uncle. “The Blah-blahs’ noses are quite small compared to ours, so perhaps they can’t smell very well and they depend on their eyes to keep them safe. Their eyes are so dark and shiny that when I first got close to the Chief and he was sitting down, I thought I was looking at a mighty meerkat warrior from a rival tribe! It took me quite a while to realize that I was looking at myself!”