The Adventures of Anna Atom. Elizabeth Wasserman

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      “The dodo, Monsieur Hodoul,” she whispered, her pulse racing. Was it the story, or was she feeling a bit scared of the pirate’s great-great-grandson?

      “Very good!” he flashed a brilliant smile. “The dodo is one of the most famous species to have disappeared from the earth forever. But there are others: the green parrot of the Seychelles, for example, and the poulet bleu, a stupid pigeon that tasted like chicken. Too sad! But it was a cage full of dodos, some of the last ones alive, that Hodoul had in the hold of his ship. His plan was to set the birds free on Silhouette Island.”

      Anna started to say something, but Monsieur Hodoul interrupted her.

      “If you think this is impossible, you would be right – at least according to the history books. Dodos supposedly became extinct at the end of the eighteenth century. That was a hundred years before my great ancestor sailed the Chivonne. But there were actually still some dodos on a very remote little island, one forgotten by the great ships of those days.”

      Anna knew of the Îles Éparses, or “Scattered Islands” of the Indian Ocean – she’d mapped them out on the globe in her bedroom, dreaming of visiting them all one day.

      “According to my great-great-grandfather’s diary, he found a colony of fat, friendly birds on a group of small islands at 11° south, 47° east, just above the Mozambique Channel. Today we call them the Glorioso Islands. On the larger of these islands, the vegetation closely resembled that once found on Mauritius. Hodoul immediately realised that these birds were dodos, the last survivors of a species that was already thought to be lost. He had read about them in the records of the early settlement of Mauritius. He settled there for a while because it was a good hideout for him and his men. But that’s another story.”

      The modern-day Hodoul had a faraway look, as if he could see his pirate ancestor in his mind’s eye, planning his next foray on the richly loaded ships crossing over from India.

      “When they finally abandoned the little island, Hodoul realised that if he could settle a colony of dodos on Silhouette, the birds could be saved. Nobody would bother them there. You may know that we still attempt to settle rare birds on more than one island – it gives them a better chance of survival should disaster strike one of the islands. So you see, Mademoiselle Anna, my ancestor was an environmentalist way ahead of his time. And no ordinary pirate.” He made this last statement with pride.

      A story about dodos? It was interesting, but not quite what Anna had hoped for, so she ventured a last, hopeful question.

      “Was there anything else on the Chivonne? Anything of value?”

      Monsieur Hodoul threw his hands in the air dramatically.

      “Anything of value? My dear girl, if those dodos were still alive they’d be one of the greatest treasures imaginable. What the world wouldn’t give for the return of its most famous lost species! But there may have been other things on the ship, yes. The records aren’t clear. Hodoul only mentioned the birds in his diary, but … he was a great pirate, after all.”

      “His diary!” Anna suddenly remembered. “His diary, or at least a copy of it, has been stolen from the archives.”

      “What?” This news clearly upset Monsieur Hodoul, so Anna sat down on a wooden chair and told him about her unhappy afternoon at the archives.

      Monsieur Hodoul started to pace the room again, rubbing his beard as Anna continued her story.

      “… and I could see that the bars had been sawn through, and the window was still unlatched. But you know, Monsieur Hodoul, that the window had to be opened from the inside, and it wasn’t broken!”

      Suddenly, he spun on his heel and walked to the door, holding it open for Anna and Ton. He handed the dagger back to her.

      “Thank you, mademoiselle. You had brought very interesting information to my office this afternoon. Now, you must go, because I have much to think about. Keep the dagger. Consider it a present from the Hodoul family. I know what it’s like to be young and in search of treasure. Let it be your treasure, ma petite, and keep on dreaming.”

      He gave her a warm smile, and nodded at Ton, who followed Anna out of the house.

      “Wow!” Anna exclaimed once they were outside. “That was weird! I don’t really get him, you know? Is he interested in my story, or does he just think I’m a nuisance?”

      She looked quizzically at Ton, but his face was expressionless, as usual. Sometimes Anna felt like giving him a good kick. However, Ton was Ton, and that was that.

      Would anybody take her seriously?

      She considered talking to her mother, but Professor Sabatina was usually on another planet. She was only interested in her work – as if the hole in the ozone would get bigger if she stopped watching for a moment!

      No, Anna’s only hope was to talk with her dad that evening after dinner. He would listen, and he would understand!

      Chapter 10

      PIP GETS A VIRUS

      Back at Monpetit, Ton tied the little boat to the jetty while Anna jumped onto its wooden planks.

      Mutt was waiting for her on the beach. As usual, he welcomed her by turning summersaults backwards in the air and barking a mechanical greeting. Green and purple lights flashed behind his eyes and his rubber tail wagged frantically. This indicated happiness, his instruction manual said.

      Anna gave his round little head a pat and said, “Down, Mutt!” as he tried to leap into her arms. He over-calculated and shot right over her head.

      That was sometimes a problem with robotic dogs.

      “Where do we go from here, Ton?” she asked as they walked up to the house.

      If Ton was surprised to find himself included in her little adventure, he didn’t show it. He just said: “To dinner, after you’ve given your homework the necessary attention.”

      “It is Friday, Ton! I can do my homework tomorrow!”

      She thought of taking a quick swim to her slug garden, but it was much later than their usual return time from school. It was almost dark, and the memory of her encounter with the hammerhead the previous day made eating supper a more attractive choice.

      And supper could be the perfect time to chat to her dad because her mom didn’t join them – she was too busy dealing with the ecology of the earth. Instead, Ton took some sandwiches and a thermos of coffee down to Sabatina’s laboratory.

      Pip was malfunctioning in some way – he was sitting quietly in his chair. Anna didn’t mind this much – five-year-old brothers could be such a pain, and even more so if they happened to be biotrons. But Ton was concerned and whisked him off to his room for a check-up.

      Pip’s room was decorated in baby blue. There were pictures of sharks and stingrays on the walls and curtains, and a small computer terminal in the corner. This was Pip’s docking station.

      As a biotron, Pip

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