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- Herausgeber: Nosy Crow
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013
When Great-Uncle Horace brings back lost and homeless animals from his travels around the globe, it falls to Zoe, and her mum, the zoo vet, to settle them into their new home. She's good at this, because she can understand what they say and talk to them, too. But that's a secret! In this first book, a tiny lion cub comes to stay at the zoo and Zoe must ask Leonard, the grumpy old lion, for his help.
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Great-Uncle Horace lifted up the side of the crate and Zoe’s heart leaped.
Inside was a furry little animal with chocolate-brown eyes and a curvy tail with a brown tuft on the end. It was a fluffy, completely gorgeous lion cub!
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Acknowledgements
With special thanks to Natalie Doherty
For Al, who’s always wanted me to write a book, and for Sarah, for giving me the chance to do it.
Chapter One
Zoe’s Zoo
“Taroom! Taaarrrooomm! Tah-rah-rah-roomm!”
A deafening trumpeting noise blasted through the quiet early morning. It was so loud it made Zoe Parker’s bedroom window rattle.
Zoe’s eyes opened and she gave a wide grin. “OK, OK, I’m up!” she said.
After a final stretch and wiggle of her toes, she leaped out of bed. She pulled on her jeans and a sparkly T-shirt before putting on the necklace she always wore – a pretty silver chain with a charm in the shape of a lion’s paw print. She glanced in the mirror as she tugged a brush through her wavy brown hair and smiled.
There were so many postcards tucked into the sides of the mirror frame that she could hardly see her reflection! Each card was from a faraway place and showed a different exotic animal. There were graceful gazelles in the African savannah, a shy baby panda from the Chinese mountains and thousands of silver angelfish that sparkled like jewels in the Amazon river.
As another trumpet blast rang out, Zoe pulled on her shoes and glanced at her bed. “Where are you, sleepyhead?” she whispered. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…”
Everything was still for a moment. Then the covers at the bottom of the bed wiggled. “Aha,” said Zoe, as a small lump appeared and began to make its way up the bed. Then – ever so slowly – a pair of furry ears appeared from under the duvet. These were followed by a small, soft, pale-grey head with two huge, shiny golden eyes, blinking sleepily. Then, finally, a long, curly grey tail.
“There you are, Meep,” giggled Zoe as the tiny mouse lemur crept out from under the covers. “Wakey, wakey. It’s breakfast time!”
“Meep! Meep!” the little lemur squeaked happily, suddenly wide awake. He scampered out of bed and jumped into Zoe’s arms, chattering excitedly. She grinned as she held her fluffy friend.
There was another trumpeting sound, and the little lemur jumped in fright and grabbed on to Zoe’s T-shirt. Zoe laughed again.
“Don’t be silly, Meep, it’s only Oscar,” she said, flinging her window open.
Zoe grinned as she looked out over the patchwork of animal enclosures. From her bedroom she could see all the way from the shimmering lake where the hippos swam, over the grassy green fields full of stripy zebras and tall, patterned giraffes, past the pond full of pink flamingos all standing on one leg, up to the windmill that powered the zoo with its sails turning in the wind, and all the way down to the elephant enclosure next door.
Zoe didn’t think it was unusual to have a lemur sleeping at the end of her bed, or an elephant in her garden, because she lived in her great-uncle’s zoo!
“Good morning to you too, Oscar,” she called down happily.
