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Finding a HomeFE ATU RINGNAYA BY SUSAN HUGHESILLUSTRATED BY GÉRALDINE CHARETTE
NAYA FINDING A HOMEbySusan HughesIllustrated by Géraldine CharetteAnbookMaison Battat Inc. Publisher
Our Generation Books is a registered trademark of Maison Battat Inc.Text copyright 2017 by Susan HughesCharacters portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any references to historicalevents, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names,characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination,and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead,is entirely coincidental.All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in partin any form.ISBN: 978-0-6928257-9-2Printed in China
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CONTENTSChapter OneWild & UnpredictablePage 9Chapter TwoA Helping HandPage 17Chapter ThreeWalking with GrampsPage 26Chapter FourI Miss You, KikouPage 35Chapter FiveGoing to the Zoo, Zoo, ZooPage 41Chapter SixEmail to DadPage 47Chapter SevenNo Idea Is a Bad IdeaPage 55Chapter EightUp Close & PersonalPage 61Chapter NinePopping the BalloonPage 65Chapter TenSurprise!Page 71Chapter ElevenFirst Day of SchoolPage 75Chapter TwelveHome Sweet HomePage 82EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!Big words, wacky words, powerful words, funny words what do they all mean? They are marked with this symbol *.Look them up in the Glossary at the end of this book.7
Chapter OneWILD & UNPREDICTABLEI threw open my bedroom window on theupper floor of our house and breathed in thebeautiful warm air.“Hello, world!” I cried happily. I gazed outat the landscape around my home. Beyond ouryard, the South African savanna* stretched intothe distance until it met the gentle hills. The endlessyellow grasses, the tall baobab* trees and acacia*trees scattered here and there I couldn’t see them, but I knew whichanimals would be moving across the land. Severalherds of zebras might be over there in the east,already grazing* in their favorite spots. The giraffesmight be there, too, stretching their long necks upto eat the leaves from the tops of the acacia trees.And maybe the elephants were already9
enjoying a mud bath at the edge of the waterhole!I grinned. I loved my home so much. Icouldn’t imagine living anywhere else in my wholelife .“Naya?” said Mom. “Are you coming?I took a deep breath and nodded. Then Ifollowed Mom into the Silver Shells ElementarySchool, in San Diego, on the coast of California, inthe United States, in North America—and a long,long way from South Africa.Sure, most kids would be nervous walkinginto their new school, especially if they’d just movednot only to a new city, but to a new continent. Andeven if it was the last week of school and they werejust here to register for starting school in August.But I was more than nervous. I was scared.I’d never been to school before. I’d beenhomeschooled* all my life. The thought of sittingin class, at a desk, and only seeing the trees andgrass through a closed window all day long made10
me unhappy.And the thought of being surrounded byother kids .When Mom and I sat down with theprincipal, Ms. Cardinal, she actually seemed reallynice. She smiled as Mom talked about how she andDad had met.“I was born in California,” Mom explained.“But after I graduated from veterinarian school*, Itraveled throughout Africa. It had always been mydream to see the amazing wildlife there firsthand.”Mom looked at me and grinned, because thiswas something she and I shared, an enormous lovefor wild animals.“I decided to volunteer on a wildlife reserve*in South Africa and gain some medical experiencewith the wild animals. While I was there, I metLewis, a photojournalist* from San Diego, whowas working in South Africa,” Mom said.“When he and Mom met, they fell in loveand got married,” I added. I always liked thisromantic part! “And about nine years ago, they11
had me!”Ms. Cardinal smiled. “And now you’ve allmoved here, to San Diego!”“We want to be closer to Lewis’s father, whois getting a bit older,” said Mom. “We missed notseeing him very much for so many years! He livesin a seniors’ community right along the beach,quite close to our new house and veterinary clinic.”Mom explained that she was taking over theclinic from an old friend of hers, a veterinarian,who was retiring and moving away.I had to speak up here because I love talkingabout animals. “Now Mom looks after domesticand exotic animals: dogs, cats, snakes, hamstersand rabbits.” I smiled. “We also have a wildliferehabilitation center*, almost like back home ”Knock, knock.The school secretary poked her head in. “Ifyou want Naya to meet some of the children inher next year’s class, you need to go now, Ms.Cardinal,” she said, pointing to the clock on thewall. “It’s almost lunchtime.”12
As the three of us hurried down the hallway,I got worried again. Kids stared out at me fromseveral classrooms. You see, I wasn’t sure I knewhow to get along with other children.I’d met kids in South Africa, of course—but not too many. I never really had a chanceto make friends with any of them. My parentshomeschooled me because our wildlife reserve wastoo far from town for me to go to school there, soI never met any friends that way.Not that I minded. I loved living on thereserve. I did some studying from books at home.But I did most of my learning outdoors, out on thesavanna.That’s where Mom taught me how to respectanimals and how to care for those that were sickand injured. That’s also where I learned fromanother important teacher, my best friend, Bandile.He is one of the gamekeepers* on the reserve.Bandile and I got along really well becausewe both loved animals so much! We’d drivethrough the reserve in the jeep, and he’d teach me13
about everything. The lions, giraffes, wildebeests*and antelope. The birds and insects. The trees,water and weather. He taught me to stay quiet andwatch and listen. He even taught me to speak hisown first language, Tsonga!“This is Naya,” said Ms. Cardinal. She stoodat the front of a classroom, waving me in. “She’llbe joining many of you next year, in fourth grade.”I stepped through the door, and everyonestared at me of course. It was so embarrassing.The teacher told me his name. He said someother things to me, too, but I can’t really remember.It was a blur. Then finally, Ms. Cardinal said, “Seeyou in September,” and I could leave.But as we were walking down the hallwayto the exit doors, the lunch bell rang. All the kidsbegan pouring out of their classrooms. It was likebeing in the middle of a stampede* of wildebeests!I thought we might be trampled! And the noisewas crazy loud!I admit, I grabbed at Mom’s hand, and14
everyone looking at me probably thought I actedlike a baby.I’d never felt so uncomfortable in mywhole life. These kids seemed wilder and moreunpredictable* than any animals I’d ever beenaround!Oh, why did we have to move here? Ithought. I just want to go back to my real home,South Africa.16
Chapter TwoA HELPING HANDWhile Mom made us sandwiches for lunch,I tried to cheer myself up by playing with our pets.Yes, we have two cats, a rabbit and a dog, andthese guys are actually one reason that moving toCalifornia hasn’t been so bad. (Did I mention thatI love animals?)I patted the black cat, named Chicco, andthen the long-haired cat, named Micky. Next I fedNibbles, the rabbit, a carrot. And then I played fora while with Tally. He is a very handsome poodleand-Australian shepherd dog mix.The pets had come to the clinic when theywere sick or injured—and their owners had neverreturned to pick them up! Which sounds sad,except they had the best life at the clinic. Everyonewho came in gave them lots of love, so they were17
very happy in their new home.In fact, Mom’s friend, the previous owner ofthe clinic, decided they would be happier stayingwith our family when she moved away andcouldn’t take them with her.When I arrived a week or so ago, I didn’teven know we’d have pets. Mom had wanted it tobe a surprise.Mom moved here two months ago, ahead ofDad and me. She got the house set up and beganher role as owner and vet at the clinic and wildlifecenter while Dad and I packed up our home inSouth Africa. Then Dad and I flew over together.But we’d only been here a day or so whenDad had to leave. Again. Off on a photo assignmentin Asia for a magazine.Dad felt bad to be leaving so soon. I wishedhe could have stayed longer, too, but I know it’s hisjob. The life of a photojournalist is unpredictableand he has to go whenever he’s asked.While Dad’s away, he always keeps in touch.He writes the best emails! And whenever he can,18
he tries to video-chat with Mom and me. In fact,even though we’re not actually together in persontoo often, I think Dad and I might spend moretime communicating with each other than mostother kids and their dads!Anyway, Dad never misses showing up forthe really important things, and he’s promised togo to school with me on my first day this autumn.I’m sure I can count on him to turn up.School. I sighed and said to Tally, “If onlythe first day of school could never arrive .”“So, I have to hurry back to the clinic now,”said Mom, after we’d eaten lunch. “Want to comealong and help out?”Of course I agreed!OK—this is another thing I like abouthaving moved here. Being able to lend a hand withthe animals.As we explained to Ms. Cardinal, our animalcenter has three parts: the veterinary clinic; a pet19
grooming area; and the wildlife rehabilitationcenter and sanctuary*. So Mom needs lots ofassistance to keep it all running.Donna is the receptionist/vet assistant/officemanager who helps Mom with the vet clinic.Nico works in the grooming area. That’swhere people bring their dogs to be bathed andgroomed and have their nails cut.Students from a local veterinary school comeand help us at the rehabilitation sanctuary. Thereare also quite a few animal-loving volunteers whohelp out.But Mom lets me do a lot, too. I get to helpfeed and water any animal patients who have tostay at the clinic overnight. And I help keep thedogs calm when they’re being groomed.Today, Nico needed an assistant. A littlecocker spaniel, named Poppy, is always nervouswhen she comes in to be bathed. So after Nicosnapped the safety leash onto Poppy’s collar andbegan to shampoo her coat, my job was to speakto the dog quietly, calming her.20
Then Donna asked me to refill the waterbottles of the animals boarding at the veterinaryclinic: a rabbit, a chinchilla*, three dogs, a cat anda bearded dragon*.She also asked me if I would check in on theball python.“Sure!” I said, happily. I know all about ballpythons because they live in certain parts of Africaand I learned about them there. The snake is smalland a bit shy. It looks like it might be venomous*,but it’s not.But even if it were, I’m not really afraidof any animals. Animals need to be treated withrespect and they don’t usually want to hurt anyone,especially not people. They only hurt other animalswhen they’re hungry or afraid.At the rehabilitation center, I’m not supposedto get too close to the wild animals, but I’m allowedto help prepare their food and clean their emptyenclosures.“The python just needs its water changed,”Donna told me.22
A ball python needs fresh water every daywhen it’s in captivity*. It likes water in a big bowlso it can climb in and soak!I was disappointed when I got to the snake’scontainer. It was asleep. So I changed its water, butI didn’t get to see its beautiful golden eyes.Now I had time to visit my favorite part ofthe center, the wildlife rehabilitation sanctuary.This is where wildlife officers or people like hikers,drivers or farmers bring wild animals if they findthem hurt or sick. Mom and her team help themrecover.Usually they only stay here a short time, andthen can be released back into the wild. But notalways. Sometimes the animals don’t get completelybetter. They can’t go back to their original habitat*.We send them to other sanctuaries where they livefor the rest of their lives.I wished I could peek in at the animals thathad arrived here in the last week. But I couldn’t.These newcomers need frequent care, so we keepthem in small covered crates in the clinic.23
Helpers feed them, water them, or care forthem, but they touch them as little as possible.It’s stressful* for the animals and too much stressmakes them take longer to heal or get well.Also, we don’t want the wild animals toget used to people while they’re here. If they staywary* of us, they’ll survive* better when theyreturn to the wild.I climbed up to the top floor of the sanctuarybuilding. There’s an observation room up therewith big windows and high-powered* binoculars.I looked down into the outdoor enclosures below.That’s where we keep the larger animals that are“on the mend,” the ones we hope can be releasedwhen they are completely recovered.I looked into each of the separate enclosures.“Hello, opossums and squirrels,” I said. “Hello,rabbits and raccoon.”I could also see the three coyotes, the wolf,the two deer and the turkey vulture.I sighed. I wished I could do more to helpthem. It’s so sad to see these animals here when24
they should be in their own wild habitats, livingfreely.“I wish we could all go back home,” Iwhispered sadly.25
Chapter ThreeWALKING WITH GRAMPSSo, OK, there’s one other good thing aboutliving here. My grandfather had visited us manytimes at home—I mean, in South Africa—whenI was very little. Now, I’d be able to spend moretime with him.We’d tried to video-chat with Gramps beforewe moved here but only a few times. He didn’tseem too comfortable using computers. He didwrite us lots of letters though, and I wrote back,and so now I feel like we know each other prettywell.Gramps seems to really love animals, justlike I do. And since we’ve moved here, he’s comeover to see us almost every day.I wish Dad could spend as much time withus, I found myself thinking. But then I reminded26
myself that I had just received another email fromDad that morning and that we were going tovideo-chat tomorrow. I knew he was doing his bestto stay in touch.Now, I hurried into the house, put Tallyon the leash, and grabbed my camera and my artjournal.My art journal is like a scrapbook, but I don’tjust jot notes and my impressions of things in it. Ialso draw animals, cartoons and pretty doodles. Iglue things in it, too: pictures and articles that I clipfrom magazines and lots of my own photos.I love taking photos, just like my dad. Imight even want to be a photographer like himwhen I’m older, but I can’t quite decide. I also mightwant to be a vet, like Mom, maybe specializing*in marine* animals.Which is actually one other good thing—isthat number four?—about moving to San Diego:the chance to see all the marine wildlife here.Gramps was waiting for me at the front gate,binoculars around his neck. He had walked over27
from the retirement community, which is reallyclose by.“Hey there, Naya!” he called. He pattedTally’s head and then my head, too, which mademe smile. “How about another walk along thepier* today, oh my granddaughter?”“Sure, oh my grandfather!” I replied.When we got to the pier, we stood there fora while, looking out at the ocean and trying to spotwhales. Then Gramps asked, “How was your visitto your new school this morning?”I didn’t know if I should be truthful, in casehe thought I was silly. But he is my dad’s dad, afterall, so I decided to be honest. Just like I’d be withDad, if he were here.“Not so good, Gramps,” I confessed*. “Allthe kids stared at me. And it’s so noisy there. AndI’m not sure I can sit at a desk all day. And what ifthe kids don’t like me? I don’t really know how toget along with other kids very well.”I went on and on, about why I felt morecomfortable with wild animals than with actual28
children.Gramps didn’t look horrified. And the bestthing was, he didn’t try to give me advice or say,“Don’t worry, it will be alright.” He just listenedand nodded now and again. That was what Dadwould have done. It made me happy that I’dconfided* in him.No whales today, so we headed over toanother beach, and wow! We saw sea lions,dozens of them. Some were swimming in the oceanand others were sunning on the beach. It was soexciting!There’s only one type of seal on the coast ofSouth Africa—the South African fur seal—and I’veseen them many times, but I’ve never seen a sealion before, and here was a whole group of them!“There are many types of sea creatures livingin this habitat,” explained Gramps. “Everything,wild or not, has a home.”I took lots of photos of the sea lions andsketched them, too.It was great. Gramps wasn’t in a hurry. He29
made me feel like we had all the time in the world.I took more photos and even made some notes.Watching me, Gramps grinned. “You’re just likeyour dad, Naya,” he said, “always wanting tomake a record of what you see!”We talked more about Dad as we headedhome.“Your mom tells me that your dad is on a bigassignment in a remote location in Indonesia,”Gramps said. “She says he won’t be back until theend of the summer.”“But we can send him email messages,Gramps,” I said. “And he emails back as often ashe can.”“Emailing makes me a bit nervous. I’m nottoo good at it,” Gramps said. He looked a bit sad.“I’ll email Dad tonight and tell him that youand I were at the beach together and that we sawsea lions,” I promised Gramps. “And I’ll tell himthat you’re planning on taking me to the San DiegoZoo soon. It’ll be my very first visit.”I guess we both really miss not having my31
dad around. But somehow, today, being withGramps seemed to make me feel a little less lonelyfor Dad.Soon after I said goodbye to Gramps at ourgate, and fed and watered Tally, Mom poked herhead in the door.“Naya, come quickly!” she called. “A newbaby animal has just arrived at the rehabilitationcenter. It’s a Sierra Nevada red fox. They’reendangered, which means there are very few ofthem left in all of North America. In fact, no onein our center has even seen one before.”I was so excited! I hurried out after Mom.“These foxes live up in the mountains, andnot anywhere near the city,” she continued. “Ahiker found the “kit,” which is what we call a babyfox, all alone. It looked like she’d been there alonefor some time.”“Poor little thing,” I said, as we entered therehabilitation clinic.32
“The hiker realized the fox needed help, soshe notified a wildlife officer, who brought herhere,” said Mom. She lowered her voice as weentered the examining room. “Sarah, one of thevolunteer vets, is examining her now.”Oh my goodness! Sarah was holding a tinylittle creature. I gasped. She was so sweet. She hadred fur all along her back and head, a whit
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