Jungle Magic E-Book

V.K. May

• Herausgeber: Opal Tree Press
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

The excitement continues ...

Following their discoveries in the volcano, Molly and Michael decide to collect a water sample from the cave inside the mine. But fate, it seems, has other plans for them. Join their incredible journey through the jungle where they stumble through an invisible shield around a top-secret research laboratory. Inside, they find something mysterious that will lead them on an even stranger journey, riding the mycelium network under the ground. See the plants and animals through their eyes, hear the curious sounds and discover what it feels like to be in the presence of the most magical being of all - Adali the bird. 

Kids who are interested in science and nature have really enjoyed these books. They are open-minded youngsters who like an imaginative story with a cracking pace and inquisitive characters. Adults who like a fun, clean adventure story have also enjoyed the books in this series.

Leseprobe

JUNGLE MAGIC

MOLLY’S MAGICAL ADVENTURES: BOOK TWO

V.K. MAY

Copyright © 2021 by V.K. May

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Published by Opal Tree Press

Books in this series include:

The Magic Volcano: Book One

Jungle Magic: Book Two

Adaline’s Magic: Book Three

Magic of the Guardians: Book Four

CONTENTS

A note to readers

Prologue

1. Into the jungle

2. Pangaea

3. A mad daddy cassowary

4. A distant waterfall

5. The apple green valley

6. The sinkhole

7. An incredible discovery

8. The journey home

9. A hot bath

10. Talking under the tiny moon

11. A flower and a bird

12. Yosia talks about school

13. It's not fair!

14. The magic tree

15. Molly meets Adaline

16. Welcome back, Adali

17. Yosia's love story

18. Banana and honey pancakes

19. Molly loves Adali

20. Adali shows Molly a trick

21. Molly's nightmare

22. Mrs. Calthorpe's phone

23. The magic underground

24. The mycelium network

25. The amazing life of fungi

26. Down a tunnel

27. Ask politely

28. Where are we now?

29. Inside the dome

30. Run for your life!

31. Adali's magic

PROLOGUE

Book One, The Magic Volcano, started with Molly on a plane from Australia to Papua New Guinea. By reading articles on her tablet, she learned PNG is one of the most biodiverse countries on the planet with over 200,000 different species of plants and animals. Soon after landing, she befriended a blue butterfly as large as her face and when she arrived in her new home, her garden was full of the same bright blue butterflies.

Living in a hut at the bottom of her garden was a magical man named Yosia who brought a flutter of butterflies back to life after they had been killed by the wicked boy from next door. Using her own magic and charm, Molly managed to convince the boy there is a better way of appreciating nature and making friends.

They fast became friends and put their brilliant science minds together to discover mysteries that even their parents knew nothing about. Starting with a contaminated lake that had leached through the jungle. Accompanied by a three-meter-long lizard named Ted, they discovered a second lake in the belly of a volcano. Intrigued, they climbed down and discovered plants and animals that should not exist.

Bit by bit they started to put the strange pieces together before tackling the most difficult question of all – what to do with this knowledge.

1

INTO THE JUNGLE

Molly treated herself to an extra swirl of maple syrup on her breakfast pancakes. It was going to be a big day, she knew. Yosia, Gideon and Eddie had gone to the volcano before dawn to collect samples from the lake, the gas cloud and as many plants as they could get their hands on. They all knew it would be dangerous work, especially if they encountered the flying monster known as the Ropen.

As Molly swallowed the first mouthful of syrup-soaked pancake, she replayed in her mind the part of the plan she and Michael had made. It started with her squeezing between the bars of the steel gate at the entrance to the mine, unlocking the gate from the inside, letting Michael in, collecting a water sample from the lake inside the cave, bringing it home, then giving it to Eddie when he returned with Yosia. Easy.

But it was almost midday by the time Michael was ready to go.

'Argh,' he groaned.

His face was as red as a tomato in mid-summer and sweat was running down his neck.

'Hey dude, what's wrong with you today?' Molly asked. 'We're only halfway down the street!'

Michael's hands dropped to his knees, and he gasped.

'Sorry,' he said. 'I didn't get much sleep last night.'

'Why not?'

'Mum was banging around most of the night,' he groaned. 'And every time the noise woke me, I started thinking about all the weird things we saw inside the volcano yesterday, and it took me ages to get back to sleep.'

'It was a very strange day, indeed,' said Molly.

She, too, had woken a few times, thinking about it. But now she was more worried about Michael. He was having a terrible time at home. His father was still in hospital and his mother had been under so much pressure at work, she had become unbearable. This made Molly feel more grateful than ever for her wonderful parents. She rested her hand on Michael's shoulder while he caught his breath. And she took a moment to look at the devastation caused by the earthquake two nights earlier.

The freshly painted houses and manicured gardens were no more than piles of rubble. She was glad no one had been hurt because she could laugh about the fact that only the posh houses had been destroyed. And the people who had lived in them were the owners of the mine. And it was the mining activity that had caused the earthquake.

Michael stood up, caught his breath, and looked around, too.

'It's kind of funny, isn't it?' he said. 'Considering the circumstances.'

'I was just thinking the same thing,' Molly sniggered.

As they continued down the street, Molly's eyes were on the thicket of trees she and Michael would have to squeeze through to reach the path that led to the entrance to the mine. Usually, the foliage was thick and scratchy and difficult to get through, but not today. With every step Molly took, she noticed several trees lying on their sides with their roots pointing at the sky.

'Watch your step,' said Michael. 'There's going to be a lot of—Argh!'

'What?' Molly said, turning around.

Michael was standing in dirt, up to his knees.

'I've just demonstrated my own point!' he said, laughing.

Molly was relieved Michael's sense of humor had returned. And even more relieved when they reached the wider part of the track. She stared at the riot of color and shape around her.

'It's so lovely here,' she said.

'It sure is,' Michael agreed.

'Did you know PNG has over 200,000 species of plants and animals?' Molly asked.

Michael nodded. Then his face fell.

'Oh no,' he whispered.

Molly followed the boy's gaze to one of the fallen trees. It was a frangipani. There was no mistaking the tree because of its unique flowers. Arranged like the petals on a pinwheel, they had a tiny pink dot at the center. Across the middle, the petals were yellow and at the outer edges, they were bright white. But now, the flowers were scattered on the ground and the tree was lying on its side.

'That was my favorite,' she cried.

But the ferns were still standing.

'It's curious they didn't fall, too,' she said, pointing.

'They're short and close to the ground,' said Michael.

Staring at the ferns reminded Molly of the day she had watched Ted scuttle between them before he had taken himself for a stroll through the jungle. He had been so confident and relaxed, as though he had owned the jungle. But since then, he had been changed by something unnatural in the lake at the bottom of the volcano and Molly was worried about the effect it would be having on him.

'You know, I—' she started.

'Shh,' said Michael. 'I just heard some voices.'

Molly listened for a moment, then shook her head.

'It was probably a bird,' she said. 'Lyrebirds are—'

'Shh,' Michael said again, clutching Molly's forearm.

She heard the voices this time. They were human. Adult humans. Probably their parents.

'You're right!' she whispered. 'Let's hide!'

With fewer trees still standing, they had to run several meters into the jungle to find a good hiding place. They lay on their bellies and peered at the path through the foliage. Molly saw an adult step into the clearing. Then another one arrived, followed by another.

'They're coming from the mine,' Michael whispered.

'So much for our plan to sneak in there and get the water sample!' Molly hissed.

A few more adults arrived.

'There must be nearly ten!' Molly whispered. 'What are they—? Oh, there's my dad.'

Molly could see her father holding his iPad in front of another man and two women. He was showing them something. A few more people huddled around him, and then a few more. Soon there were too many people standing around him for her to see him. But she could hear some of the words they were saying. Words like mud slide, angle, extraction.

'They must be talking about the earthquake,' Michael whispered.

'Oh, yuk, there's Jimbo,' Molly whispered, pointing at the man.

Jimbo was standing with his chest and belly puffed up, as though he was challenging anyone to step close to him. Even from her hiding place, Molly could see the sneer on the man's face. And she remembered the horrible moment he had pinned her against the wall in the hospital while telling her he would pull off her nose if she did not stop snooping.

Suddenly Jimbo started shouting at one of the women in the group.

'Typical,' Molly hissed.

'He's a nasty piece of work, that's for sure,' said Michael.

Molly had no idea what Jimbo was shouting about, but she noticed her father end the problem. He simply held up his hand in front of Jimbo and that was enough. Jimbo took a step back and shut up.

'Good one, Dad!' Molly whispered.

She sighed, then felt something hard under her rib. It hurt, so she had to move. She tried to be quiet but somehow managed to disturb a dry branch, and it made a loud crack! Some of the adults turned and looked in her direction.

'What was that?' Jimbo snarled, staring in Molly's direction.

Molly's heart pounded. She did not want her father to find her like this, so she held her breath and kept as still as she could. Michael did the same.

'It's probably just a tree kangaroo,' said one of the others.

The group returned their attention to the center of their huddle and continued to listen to Molly's father. Whatever he was talking about, it was obviously interesting to the other people. She felt proud of him, but ashamed of herself for hiding from him and spying on him.

'I don't think we're going to have much luck sneaking in there,' Michael whispered.

'Agreed,' said Molly.

'We'll have to come back another time,' Michael said.

But Molly did not want to give up on the mission so easily.

'Let's just wait,' she said. 'They might leave soon.'

Michael groaned, then rubbed his forehead.

'Yeah, okay,' he said.

2

PANGAEA

Molly felt as though she had been lying face down in the jungle for too long.

'This is ridiculous,' she whispered. 'I can't do this for much longer.'

'As long as they're still on the track, we don't have any choice,' Michael hissed. 'Unless you'd like to make an appearance.'

For a moment, Molly considered that option. It would have been easier. And it would have been nice to say 'hello' to her father. But she knew he would demand an explanation for her presence, and that would not be pleasant.

'I have another idea,' she whispered. 'Let's creep down the mountain, further into the jungle.'

Michael frowned at her. A palm frond was stuck to his cheek and a piece of bark was stuck to one of his eyebrows, which made Molly laugh.

'Why would we go further into the jungle?' he asked.

'Something to do,' Molly replied. 'And it would be a lot more comfortable than this!'

Michael sighed.

'Yeah, okay,' he whispered. 'Just crawl back slowly.'

Molly lifted her belly off the ground, rose to her hands and knees then slowly crawled down the gentle slope of the mountain. To her relief, she did not make any branches crack, and neither did Michael.

The further they got from the track the happier Molly felt. The foliage was thick, and its branches were long and wide, creating the perfect amount of shade. The air was warm and moist, and she could hear some bird songs. One made a sharp cheep! cheep! And another joined in with a whoop! whoop! weee!

'I love these songs,' Molly giggled.

She placed her hand on the smooth trunk of a tall, thin tree and looked up. The leaves seemed to burst out of the top of the trunk and arch up high into the sky before cascading down. And their thin tips pointed to the jungle floor as if to say: 'The ground is that way!'

'They look like giant umbrellas,' Molly said.

Michael looked up.

'Yeah, the big leaves catch the rain, then dribble it onto the plants below,' he said.

Molly returned her gaze to the jungle floor. The tree trunks were so dark, she wondered why the mushrooms growing from their bark were bright white.

'It's not very good camouflage,' she said, pointing at them.

'Ah, those things don't need camouflage,' Michael replied.

Molly kneeled on the ground and looked at the underside of the mushrooms. They were as white as snow, with thin pink stripes that started in their center and extended to their drooping edges.

'They look like umbrellas for fairies,' she giggled.

'Don't touch them!' Michael hissed. 'They could be poisonous!'

Molly stood up and brushed the dirt off her knees, noticing the tattered hem of her blue dress.

'I should have worn long pants,' she muttered.

'Me too,' said Michael, looking down at his red and bruised knees.

He took a few steps forward then stopped so suddenly, Molly bumped into his backpack. Without moving his feet, he slowly turned toward her, bringing his forefinger to his lips. With his other hand, he pointed to a high branch. Molly looked up and saw a magnificent bird with long orange and white tail feathers. Its chest was the same orange, and the top of its head was dark green with a little yellow cap on it.

'It's the Raggiana Bird of Paradise,' she whispered. 'A male one.'

Michael nodded.

The bird flew from the tree, its long wings and tail flowing behind, as though it was the star of a ballet. Then it landed on another tree amidst a group of plain brown birds.

'The females,' Molly whispered. 'They get to choose which male they want.'

The beautiful bird spread his wings wide, then dipped his head, bowing to the females. He fluffed up the feathers on his back, until they were shaped like a mohawk hair style, then sang woo! woo! woo! woo! The female birds watched him with interest but kept their distance.

'They obviously need a bit more convincing,' Molly whispered.

Another male bird arrived then gave a similar performance.

Soon, both male birds were bobbing up and down. One jumped forward, then backward, then forward again, while the other tilted his body to the right, to the left and back to the right again. A few moments later, each bird changed his moves to something even more hilarious, making it difficult for Molly to silence her giggles.

Eventually, one of the female birds hopped toward one of the males.

'He'll do,' said Michael.

The other females flew away, leaving the remaining male alone. He gazed down at the jungle floor and let out a mournful eeeewp that broke Molly's heart.

'He sounds so sad,' she said.

'Yeah, he does,' Michael agreed. 'But, hey, that's life when you're a bird.'

'I guess so,' said Molly. 'Let's move on.'

'Do you know where we're going?' Michael asked.

'Not really,' Molly replied. 'But as long as we can see the track, we'll be okay.'