Chapter 3: Russia.
The word was echo around the big icy bay that ‘The Courageousness’ had landed in.
“Yes, Russia,“ Seri replied.
The map was mostly nonsense, but the sensible bits and the time they had been at sea made Seri conclude that they had landed in Russia. He was right.
Kefentse stood swaying in the wind. He was soggy and cold and very hungry. If he had given up it would have been understandables. But Kefentse did not give up. He just tore a strip from the ship’s sail and wrapped it round his neck for warm. Thus was the first ancestral cravat born (and you thought it was just for stylishness). The he stiffened his bristles and set off into the shivery unknown.
He made it only nine steps into shivery unknown before giving up and collapsing on the soft, wet snow. Luckily, Seri (who was more energises thanks to his personal lice supplies) was able to drag Kefentse to the safety of the cave on beach. There they rested. For next few days, Seri gathered what foods he could (mostly roots and the odd woodlouse) and Kefentse made battle with a frightful fever.
One time, Seri encounter family of marmots. He could not understand their language, but with paw gestures he asked for food. The Marmots, being kindful and generous species, were happy to assistance him and Seri returned to the cave carrying enormous bucket of millipede goulash.
Three things happened over the next weeks. One: Kefentse recovered his healthy fulsomely. Two: Seri build a fully functional flushing toilet in back of cave. Three: other meerkats started to appear on the shore.
It seemed that soon after Kefentse and Seri had left home in search of dinner, the rest of village had followed. They had track two sets of paw prints across desert and, in end, came across the muskrat from ‘The Queasy Mongoose’. As he had done before, the devious muskrat pretended to friendship and sold them nonsense maps and rotty boats. Months later, the meerkats begin to arrive in Russian bay, just as Kefentse and Seri had done.
It was joyful reunion, but Kefentse knew their little cave could not support an entire village. So, Seri packed up his toilet and they all set off again.
They worked their way inland, across snowy mountains and through bubbly rivers. Graduals, they saw more green things, and discover tasty insects. Eventuals, they found a place that looked friendly and set up camp. First they build a cabin for Seri’s toilet (it was said this was first ever Russian public convenience) and then they made a proper village. They named it Meerkovo. And Kefentse Orlah of the Kalahari became Kefentse Orlov of Russia. And Seri became Seri Sergeninisky. And they both found lady meerkats to love, and soon the chattering of young meerpups was heard around the home.
Life was simples again.