Paw Prints in the Snow (7 page)

Authors: Sally Grindley

Binti was distraught and wanted him to go straight to hospital.

‘He’s been lying here in the freezing cold for hours while we searched high and low. Who knows what might have happened if Artem hadn’t found him when he did,’ she said.

Peter, however, thought a few more minutes wouldn’t do any harm. ‘Ever since we arrived in Russia, our son’s been obsessed with the idea of seeing a tiger. Let’s not deprive him when he’s so close to achieving his dream.’

‘I suppose you’re right,’ Binti reluctantly agreed.

Joe could tell that she was shocked at what had happened to him and was blaming herself for not keeping a closer eye on him. ‘I was following a raccoon dog,’ he attempted to explain. ‘I was about to turn back when I heard a noise coming from the basement . . .’

From his stretcher, he looked on anxiously as one of the tiger experts placed a ladder against the door of the basement and climbed up it, carrying a gun.

‘They’re going to tranquillise him,’ Peter told him. ‘Then your mother and the other vets will check him over before they take him away for treatment.’

Joe suddenly remembered his camera. ‘Where’s my camera, Dad?’ he cried. ‘Is my camera all right? I want to take a photo. Please let me take a photo.’

Artem handed Peter the camera case. ‘Tough,’ he said. ‘Like Joe.’

‘I hope so,’ said Peter. He checked the camera over and passed it to Joe. ‘I’ve got to hand it to you, Joe. I might have taken photos from some strange places, but this beats the lot!’

Joe smiled and felt a small glow of pride, then winced as the tranquilliser gun was fired.

Everyone waited quietly. After a few moments, when the all-clear was given, they opened the door and shone a light into the room. Joe raised his head and stared. There he was – the young Amur tiger he had unknowingly spent the last few hours with.

Joe was astonished at how big he was. When Artem had told him it was a cub, he had imagined something the size of a terrier. This young tiger was more the size of an Old English sheepdog.

‘He’s so handsome!’ Joe said. ‘Look how big his paws are!’

He propped himself up against his father, raised his camera and pressed the button.

‘Happy now?’ Binti asked, stroking his hair.

Joe nodded and relaxed, keeping his eyes on the sleeping cub.

‘He’s about nine months old, I should say,’ Iona told him. ‘One month for every year of your life. He has an injured leg too. He must have become separated from his mother for some reason and strayed into the village, so he’s had to fend for himself. He hasn’t managed very well by the look of it.’

‘Poor thing,’ said Joe. ‘What will happen to him now?’

‘We’ll take him to a rehabilitation centre, where he’ll be given a thorough check-up. Eventually, when he’s fit and strong again, he’ll be released back into the wild.’

‘A little bit like you then, Joe,’ joked his father.

‘You know it was Boris who saved us, don’t you?’ Joe told Iona. ‘He’s not as slow on the uptake as you thought.’

Chapter 17

Joe’s leg wasn’t badly broken and he was allowed to leave hospital two days later. He was quite proud of the cast that stretched from his knee to his foot. Several of the hospital staff had written on it in Russian, wishing him a speedy recovery. The fieldworkers at the park headquarters wrote on it too, requesting that he visit them again in the future because he had brought them good luck. One of them even drew a tiger on it.

‘We spend our lives tracking tigers and hoping for new ones to appear,’ the fieldworker told him. ‘You come here for a few days and – like magic – a cub we’ve never seen before arrives on our doorstep.’

Joe grinned. ‘Perhaps it was because I wanted to see one so badly,’ he said.

‘And you think we don’t!’ the fieldworker replied.

The person Joe really wanted to sign his cast was Artem.

‘So you’ve decided that walruses aren’t so bad after all.’ Peter grinned when Joe asked if he could meet up with him before they went back to England.

‘He’s cool,’ said Joe.

He was delighted therefore when Iona called by later that day with Artem and Boris.

‘Artem is a shy man and doesn’t like a fuss,’ said Iona, ‘but he wants to say goodbye.’

Boris came bounding over to Joe, tail wagging furiously, but he sat obediently at a sharp word from his master.

‘He’s learning quickly,’ remarked Joe.

‘Leg come good?’ Artem asked.

Joe nodded and thanked him. ‘You saved my life,’ he said.

Artem shrugged his shoulders. ‘Not me,’ he said. ‘Boris.’

‘The tiger is already making good progress,’ Iona informed Joe. ‘He was very thin and undernourished, but after a few good meals he’ll be fine. Our main concern is that if his mother is no longer in the Lazovsky Nature Reserve, we may never know what happened to her.’

‘So will the poor cub be all on his own when you release him?’ Joe asked.

‘Tigers are solitary animals once they’re adults,’ Iona replied. ‘Unfortunately this cub is going to be on his own sooner than most, but we won’t release him until he’s ready. And we’re very lucky to have your mother here for another three weeks, because she’ll be helping the young vets to monitor his progress.’

Once again, Joe felt proud of his mother and the important work she did.

‘When she leaves, please will you let us know how he gets on?’ Joe begged.

‘Of course,’ Iona reassured him. ‘And there’s one more thing. The cub needs a name.’

Joe’s heart skipped a beat
. Are they going to let me name him?

‘You tell him, Artem,’ said Iona.

Joe held his breath and waited for Artem to speak.

‘Tiger name – we call him . . . Joe,’ Artem announced.

Joe couldn’t believe his ears. Not only had he found a tiger in the wild, but the tiger had been named after him! He didn’t think it was possible to feel happier and he would have jumped for joy if he could.

‘Thank you!’ he cried. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you!’

Just as Iona and Artem made to leave, Joe remembered why he had wanted to see Artem in the first place.

‘Please will you sign my cast before you go?’ he asked, holding out a pen.

A flicker of a smile lit up Artem’s normally sombre face when he took the pen, before it disappeared again as he concentrated on the job in hand. While he was writing, Joe made a big fuss of Boris, and was reminded that Foggy would be waiting to greet them upon their return; Foggy, who had a nose for biscuits and not a lot else. Joe was looking forward to seeing him.

As soon as they had thanked Artem once more and said their goodbyes, Joe asked Iona what he had written.

‘
Come back soon. Your friend, the Walrus!?
’ Iona read. ‘I don’t know what he means. Do you?’

Joe blushed bright red. ‘It’s a secret.’

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