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One month later, after many more days of mumbling sea shanties and picking at splinters, they were still floating. And they still not know where they were.

Then one day there was crunching noise. They were going aground. It was end of the ocean! They climbed slowly out of boat and crawl up the shore….

KEFENTSE kept a journal while he was at sea. It give shocksome insight into his fragile state of mind.

WHEN my ancestors arrive in Russia they were freeze, and after very hot Kalahari, they need to keep neck warm. This very first cravat made from scrap of sail. Later they were made of Pavlov Posid Russian silk. (Very expensive. I have 438 of them.)

CHAPTER The 3

Russia

“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.) Then 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 energised thanks to his personal lice supplies) was able to drag Kefentse to the shelter of a 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 a kindful and generous species, were happy to assistance him and Seri returned to the cave carrying enormous bucket of millipede goulash.

THIS is the nonsense map used by my ancestors showing route to Bermudas. Think of loss to Russia if it had been accurates.

THESE are snow shoes for separating the snow from the shoes. They are not actually the ones my ancestors used, but they could have been.

PART The 2

THE BATTLE OF FEARLESSNESS

HERE is me in second epic movie. I was having bad fur day for this take, but we fixed in post-production.

A history picture of Mongis Khan, leader of the Mongolian mongooses. I think you agree, he look very pungent indeed.

CHAPTER The 4

An Old Foe

TIME passed. And, eventually, so did Kefentse and Seri. Their sons and daughters grew and had sons and daughters of their own. Grubs were harvested and feasts were had. They had escaped the hardship of the Kalahari.

But they could not escape the mongoose.

Around the middle bit of the 1800s, nervous words spread across the land. A horde of Mongolian mongooses had been spotted swarming across the Russian steppes. These mongooses were bigger and worser than their African cousins. And their leader, Mongis Khan, was said to be the biggest and the worsest of them all. He stood at almost 5 feets, they said, and his claws were sharp as razor knives, and his stink…was unspeakable. He was determined on total conquerment and had, so far, stamped on any creature who had stepped in his path. (All this is told in my Great Uncle Vassily’s forty-one volume History of the Mongoose Wars. I have copy on audio-cassette, it make for many hundred hours of fascinating listening.)

Vitaly had flat paws so had to settle for the Meerkovo Home Guard.

At this time, the head of Orlov family was Kefentse’s Great Grandson, Vitaly. (If you are paying attention, you know he is my Great Granddaddy, although he not know it yet.)

Vitaly was fearlessness. He would think nothings of taking on all a whole mob of mongooses with only a sickle and a hammer to defend himself with. Ever since a pup, he had dreamed to join the 5th Battalion