Harry the Poisonous Centipede Goes To Sea. Lynne Banks Reid

      

      Harry The Poisonous Centipede Goes To Sea

      Lynne Reid Banks

      

       For Paloma and David

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

1. How it Began

2. George’s Big Find

3. The No-meat-feeder

4. Centeens at Sea

       5. A Feeler-close Escape

       6. Snacks in a Cold-hard.

       7. Josie’s Big Mistake

       8. The Bad-smell Tunnels

       9. George’s Even Bigger Mistake.

       10. Up Another Up-Pipe

       11. The Hairy-yowler

       12. A Hard Dark-time’s Work

       13. A Warm Hard-air Place

       14. Can’t-get-outed!

       15. Under Ground, Under Glass

       16. The middle of the dark-time

       17. Centi-heroes

       18. A Very Lucky Non-escape

       19. Some Even More Wonderful Good Luck

       20. Blocked!

       Epilogue

       Also by Lynne Reid Banks

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       1. How it Began

      Harry and George were lying in the moonlight. They’d gone up to the no-top world as soon as it got dark – looking for an adventure, George had said, but there didn’t seem to be one. Harry had his suspicions that George wasn’t so much looking for adventure as for Something Else.

      These aren’t people we’re talking about. They’re centipedes. And not those little wiggly wire-worms you dig up in your garden, either. These are giant tropical centipedes, and they are POISONOUS. They have pincers on their heads to defend themselves with, and also – I have to be perfectly frank – to kill things with, by biting them and paralysing them with their poison.

      Terrible, you think? Cruel? Oh, please. This is the Natural World. Not many creatures in nature get by without eating some other creature, and that includes most Hoo-Mins.

      What’s a Hoo-Min? Well, you’re going to have to do a bit of guessing in this story anyhow, so you can start with Hoo-Mins. If you reckon giant poisonous centipedes are scary, it may surprise you to know they’re much more scared of us. Us Hoo-Mins. Get it? Right. We’re the Hoo-Mins. That’s your first puzzle solved.

      Hoo-Mins, or rather H-Mns, is Centipedish, the language of centipedes. They mainly use signals, but they can crackle very faintly to each other, and when they do there are no vowel sounds. So you must realise at once that their real names couldn’t be Harry and George. That’s just what I call them. Their real, Centipedish names were Hxzltl and Grnddjl.

      Go on. Try to say them. Try to say your own name without the a’s, e’s, i’s, o’s and u’s (I’ll let you keep the y’s) and you’ll be talking Centipedish.

      I must just add that of course centipedes don’t have words for a lot of things that they don’t know much about, so they’ve become very good at inventing ways to describe them. You’ll find a lot of these centi-descriptions in this story. I’m sure you’ll be able to work them out, but I’ll just give you a couple of examples. (Don’t worry – the story’s going to start at any minute!)

      Hoo-Mins are the enemies of centipedes. But they have others. There are also hairy-biters (which is anything hairy that bites), flying-swoopers (birds, of course, plus maybe bats) and belly-crawlers. No prizes for guessing that one—it’s snakes, of course.

      But Hoo-Mins are in a category all by themselves. The category of the fastest, biggest and scariest things around.

      Harry and George lived underground in earth-tunnels, which are nice and damp (it’s very important to centipedes not to Dry Out) and came up at night to hunt. You’ll soon find out that their favourite foods were not things that you’d fancy.

      When they were younger, they were centis, which is child-centipedes. But now they were centeens, about eighteen centimetres long – nearly as big as Belinda. Belinda was Harry’s mother and George’s adopted mother. Her Centipedish name – are you ready for this? – was Bkvlbbchk.

      Belinda was getting quite old now, though she could still give a toad or a beetle a run for its money – it was just the very fast things like lizards and mice she had trouble with. So Harry and George did some of her hunting for her. They’d had lots of cuticle-rippling adventures and feeler-close escapes, but they always managed to get back home in the end. So she’d decided to stop poison-claw-clicking, which is how mother centipedes nag, and let them have their freedom.

      “Just take care,” she would beg, as they headed out of their home tunnels up into the dark-time.

      “We’ll be all right, Mama,” Harry would say as he chased after George, who still usually led the way. “We’ll bring you back something delicious for end-of-dark-time meal!”

      So, on this night (night – dark-time – OK?), they’d done some hunting and had a tasty heap of goodies beside them. These included a couple of slugs, three assorted caterpillars, one large rhinoceros beetle, which had put up quite a fight but they’d overpowered it in the end, and a mouse. This was their big prize because they knew Belinda loved a tasty bit of mouse before she went to sleep for the bright-time. All right, I’ll help you out this time – the day.

      “Mama