The Huvark Experiment

Chapter 3

I lay in bed, planning. It was an hour after the "poaching", and I was lying in bed, deciding what to do. I was feeling completely helpless and in the blue. What should I do? In the end, I decided to follow the poacher in the morning. My parents would never let me go, so they couldn't help.

After 3 hours of planning and scrapping, I texted Steve to tell him that my plan was to get up at 5, pack food, water, blankets, a tent etc and put it all in Steve's mum's Land Rover (Steve can drive. I still don't know how. I think his older brother taught him.). We would then search our houses for some sort of weapons, and set off for the East (I saw the direction of the poacher's car) at 7.

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Seven o'clock. We were equipped for camping, basic survival and eating cake. We were armed only with 15cm bread knives for both fighting and cutting cake.

Steve said in the car,"Are you seriously telling me that we're saving two aardvarks that aren't even yours?"
"Yep."
"And that we have absolutely no idea what we're up against, so we could die within the next five minutes?"
"Yep."
We ate our breakfast, which consisted of cake (we brought lots) and apple juice.

We survived the next few minutes and the next two hours, after which we stopped to stretch our legs. I asked Steve,"Why did you come with us to Chad?"
To my surprise, he answered,"My dad was doing something in the Central African Republic, so we may as well stay in Chad with you."
"Long bus ride there, isn't it?"
"Oh, it's just across the border. Not far really..."
"Ok."
Within 5 hours of leaving, we had come to a fork in the road. I knew to go left, because there was aardvark poo that way.

The poachers must have been in a convoy of Citroën 2CVs (slow) because it was fresh.

Dun Dun Dung!