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- Herausgeber: Little Tiger Press
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Serie: Little Animal Rescue
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
Fliss loves animals and will do anything to save them! Join her on her adventures to save wild species in danger.While on a Forest Club camping trip, Fliss is surprised to find herself transported to the Arctic Circle! Although it's freezing outside and the snow is deep, she knows there must be an animal nearby that needs help. Then she spots a polar bear cub – lost and alone. Fliss will have to battle the elements and use her Forest Club skills to reunite the polar bear family!Little Polar Bear Rescue is perfect for fans of Holly Webb and the ZOE'S RESCUE ZOO series, and animal lovers everywhere!
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For Ollie Callum who is wild about the natural world, and a very big fan of polar bears – Rachel
CONTENTS
1
Chapter One
“Who can tell us how to light a fire using things from the forest?” Karen, the Forest Club leader, looked around at the hands in the air. “How about you, Felicity?”
They were on a Forest Club camping trip in the woods and there was so much to see. Fliss was busy looking at a group of woodlice and hadn’t heard the question.
“She wouldn’t know how to start a 2fire – she’d know how to start a zoo!” Ella laughed.
“I want to be a vet, not a zookeeper!” Fliss said. “They’re completely different!”
“That’s very interesting, girls, but let’s get back to the topic of making a fire,” Karen said. “Go ahead, Emile. Why don’t you tell us?”
“You can use cramp balls,” he said. “It’s a fungus that grows on dead trees in the shape of a black ball. If you break it open, it’s dusty inside and easy to light.”
“Dusty black fungus balls!” Taylor snorted. “Don’t be silly!”
All the kids laughed and started rolling around. Fliss didn’t join in – she didn’t want to hurt Emile’s feelings. But it was hard not to see the funny side! 3
Karen and the other camp leader, Andrew, clapped their hands together for silence.
“Although it does sound far-fetched, Emile is actually right,” said Andrew. “Cramp balls are great for helping to start a fire. They’re also known as King Alfred’s cakes or coal fungus. Well done, Emile.”
Once everyone had calmed down they gave Emile a round of applause.
“So, next question. How do we arrange a fire so it has the best chance of staying alight?” Karen pointed to Pippa.
“Scrunch up some paper, then add a layer of kindling and arrange a cone of sticks and logs around that.”
“Excellent answer,” said Andrew. 4“Now, who would like to show us their skills by lighting a real campfire? If it’s successful we can celebrate with smores, also known as … melted marshmallows and chocolate biscuits!”
Everyone cheered. Ella got up and did a ‘smores dance’, which involved jumping around and shouting more smores, more smores.
5“OK. But first let’s build up an appetite with a big game of hide-and-seek.” Andrew grinned. “Ella, seeing as you’re on your feet and keen to take part, why don’t you be the seeker?”
“I love seeking,” Ella said, closing her eyes. “Ready, steady … go! Twenty, nineteen, eighteen…”
There were shrieks of excitement as the children criss-crossed all over the place, looking for somewhere to hide. Emile lay flat on the ground in plain sight and Fliss nudged him with her foot.
“What are you doing, Emile?”
“I’m pretending to be a stick,” he whispered. “You can be a stick too, if you like.”
Fliss giggled. Emile always looked at life in an interesting way – he was one 6of a kind! She needed to find a hiding spot fast but she didn’t fancy being a stick. She looked across at Ella, who was striking a new silly pose with every number she shouted out.
“Nine, eight, seven…”
Fliss didn’t have long. Hoping Ella would be distracted by Emile’s stick impression, she ran to her tent and snuggled deep down inside her sleeping bag. Just in time.
“Three, two, one! Ready or not, here I come!”
Fliss tried to stifle a giggle, expecting Ella to open her eyes and shriek “found you” at Emile. And when she didn’t, Fliss thought maybe Emile’s trick had worked! It wouldn’t be the first time he had been right. Then came a yell. 7
“Found you!” Ella’s voice was still loud, even though it was now in the distance. “Taylor, I said I saw you. You have to come out!”
The voices faded away and Fliss assumed Ella had gone further into the woods to look for the others. That gave her plenty of time to get out and find a better hiding place. But it was warm and comfortable in the sleeping bag… Although her heart was racing with the excitement of the game, Fliss found her eyes fluttering and then closing. It was so cosy!
BANG.
What was that? Fliss’s eyes flew open. It sounded as if some kids had run past and thumped the tent. Fliss yawned. She must have fallen asleep! 8
She had no idea how long she’d been hiding. Perhaps everyone else had been found and they were all looking for her.
Fliss wriggled back up the sleeping bag and blinked. It was dark and the air was cold. Had she slept through the game, the campfire and dinner? There’s no way Ella would have let her miss the smores! Feeling panicky, Fliss got out of the bag and stood up. The first thing she noticed was that her head wasn’t touching the roof of the tent. Then she felt the floor beneath her feet – it was 9hard, like wooden boards, not soft, like a grassy campsite. What was going on?
Still unable to see clearly, Fliss stepped forwards with her arms outstretched until she reached a surface. It felt like a solid wall. Feeling along it she came to some stiff cloth – a blind. She pulled the blind and it rolled up. Light streamed in, so bright it hurt her eyes. She rubbed them and peered around, keeping her eyes half closed until they got used to the brightness.
Fliss was in a room. There were four bunk beds, each with a sleeping bag and blankets. She jumped as she heard another thud – not kids thumping a tent but wind buffeting against the building. Fliss pressed her nose against the window. Outside everything was white. 10There was snow as far as the eye could see.
She wasn’t in a campsite any more. It looked like she was in the middle of nowhere, at the end of the world.
11
Chapter Two
Fliss left the bunk room and took a look around. It didn’t take long! There were only three rooms in the whole hut. There was a sleeping area, a tiny bathroom and a living room with a kitchen at one end, an office at the other and an old sofa in the middle. A door from the living area led straight outside and Fliss wrenched it open to see if there was anything that could tell her where she was.
She stepped out and was hit by the 12bracing weather. The sunshine was so pure it was like a camera flash, and the sharp wind rose and fell in sudden gusts. But the most astonishing thing was the cold – it was so cold that it made Fliss’s teeth chatter. In front of her, the snowy ground gave way to a huge, flat sheet of ice. Had the sea frozen? Fliss could only take a few seconds of the freezing air before she shuffled back inside the hut and slammed the door shut.
