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Tiger Tames the Min Min
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The third in the Project Earth-mend Series of environmentally conscious but enjoyable novels for kids who want to learn about how to save the Earth. After their early success with Project Earth-Mend in The Greenhouse Effect and Global Cooling, Tiger the Cat heads for the Australian Outback with his friends Wanda the Blue-tongue and the magical extraterrestrial Tark (who is disguised most of the time as a frog, but who can shape change at will into characters like Elvis Presley or Madonna) and the spaced out crow Syd to spread the word about how to save the Earth. They pick up a new convert, Number 12, a camel who's just retired from his racing career who leads them across the Simpson Desert to Lake Eyre, then down to the Nullarbor Plain before heading to the Red Centre in search of the mysterious Min Min Lights and The Kangaroo who has the power to enlist more Native Species in the quest to save Earth from The Great Danger. But will the crew ever find The Kangaroo, when, at every turn, the Min Min Lights try to unrail all the good they have achieved so far in Project Earth-mend? Dr David P Reiter (pictured here with his son Alexander) is a multi-award winning author and publisher living in Brisbane. He has written 20 fiction, poetry and children's titles, as well as scripts and multimedia. His previous children's books are Real Guns and The Greenhouse Effect. He's won the Queensland Premier’s Award and been shortlisted for the Steele Rudd and Adelaide Festival Awards. He’s presented his work to audiences in Australia and overseas and received several grants from the Australia Council and Arts Queensland.
IP (Interactive Publications); November 2010
Tiger and Tark were keen to head straight for the Outback after spreading the word about Project Earth-mend up the coast of Eastern Australia, when Flute, now Prince's Right-hand Frog back at the Sacred Pool, teleported himself down between them. The campfire was crackling at their campsite by the billabong, and Tiger was just getting warm under the clear, starry night. 'Flute!' cried Tark. 'Long time, no see!' 'Yesss,' hissed Flute, keen to become a snake in his next assignment, if only Prince would let him, which he probably wouldn't, because then every Member of the Sacred Pool would want to adopt his favourite life form for his skin. Tiger, suddenly feeling homesick for home, and especially for his human Alexander, gave Flute a big Pooh-hug, or what he thought a homesick Pooh-hug would be, if he'd been Pooh Bear enough to manage it. 'Ooo,' said Flute, reddening, despite his very green tinge. 'It's nice to see you, too, Tiger!' Tark was drumming his toes on the ground. 'Enough of old home week, Member Flute. Has Prince sent you to check up on us?' Flute furrowed his brow as much as a frog can. 'Of course not. Prince has total confidence in you to follow his instructions.' 'And to take initiative as required?' Tark said. 'What's ini–?' asked Tiger. 'Doing what needs to be done, without having to be told,' snapped Tark, still a bit suspicious that Flute might have been sent to spy on them. 'Ah,' said Tiger, licking his lips. 'You mean, like cleaning your bowl before the ants get to it?' 'Exactly,' Flute and Tark said at once. 'All right, then,' Tark continued. 'Why did Prince send you?' Flute gazed up at the stars. 'He and Eudora are feeling the heat from Inter-Galactic Command,' he said. (IGC, as Tark called it for short, was the supreme body governing the Milky Way and nearly a dozen other galaxies in their neighbourhood.) 'It's not our fault that the Prime Minister got cold feet on the Carbon Trading Scheme,' said Tark. 'We got the Greenies and the solar industry behind it, but then...' 'Be fair!' Tiger piped in. 'We've been working our butts off the last few months. Sid's organised the pigeons in Sydney to poo only where it's needed to fertilise the gardens, and Wanda and D'Arcy the King Croc's Say No to Plastic Bags campaign at the Australia Zoo is taking hold.' Flute shook his head. 'No one's blaming you – certainly not Prince or Eudora. But they do have their masters to answer to, and time is running short!' 'It's that big oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, isn't it?' Tark said, shaking his head. 'Maybe we should be heading East instead of West to spread the word?' Flute sighed. 'I'm just the messenger, Tark. You and Tiger are to report back to Base – or rather the Sacred Pool – immediately for further instructions.' 'Prince's wish is our command,' said Tark. 'Prepare for teleportation.' 'Oh, goody!' said Tiger. 'Can I give the start-up command? Can I? Can I?' 'You stuffed it up the last time,' Tark grumbled. 'We ended up on Friday, instead of Thursday Island!' 'I never was very good about which day of the week comes first,' sighed Tiger. 'When you're a cat, it doesn't really matter.' Flute chimed in. 'Give him another chance, Tark. He is a full Member, after all.' 'Oh, all right,' said Tark. 'But don't blame me if we end up down some dank Kalgoorlie gold mine instead of in Canberra!' 'You can buy a lot of Cat Gourmet with gold,' smiled Tiger, doing his best to remember the magic words.
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