More Meerkat Madness

“Now, now, no titles, no titles, or I shall have to start calling you Princess again!” said Uncle. “And how about you, kits? Mimi? Skeema? Are you quite refreshed?”

“Well, at least you weren’t talking in your sleep again, Uncle,” said Skeema cheekily. “But I must say, Dreamy was horribly wriggly.”

They all looked over at Little Dream, who was swaying from side to side, then suddenly, without warning, fell flat on his nose, fast asleep again.

Skeema helped him up again. “I’m not surprised you’re so tired,” he said, giving him a dust-down. “What was up? Were you having a nightmare or something?”

“Sorry,” said Little Dream, rubbing his nose. “I thought I heard Mama again. She was calling out. She kept saying: Come and find me! Bring me home! Follow the pawprints! And I ran and I ran and I looked and I looked and for a long time there was just sand. And then I found some prints leading far away… and then I woke up.”

“Never mind, old chap! Nothing to worry about. It was only a dream, ” said Uncle, giving him a squeeze. “Let’s go out hunting, eh? Give ourselves a good shake-up! That’ll put us right as reptiles, what-what!”