Chapter 97

Let's find out,” Fu said. He looked the white monkey in the eye. “Can you take us to the village?”

The white monkey tilted its head to one side inquisitively.

“What's the name of the village?” Naomi asked.

“I don't know,” Fu confessed. He scratched behind one ear and looked at the white monkey again. “Can you take us to the … ummm … Governor?”

The white monkey seemed to grin. It reached out and grabbed Fu's hand. Naomi saw it squeeze three times before letting go and leaping into the trees.

Late that evening, Naomi couldn't stop thinking about the mushroom skewers the monkey had brought them earlier. He wished they'd eaten them. He and Fu had been following the white monkey through the forest all day and he was famished. He was also exhausted. Naomi and Fu had taken turns carrying Mrs Johnson , and it had worn them both out.

Oddly enough, Fu's mind still seemed sharp. He was rambling nonstop about his adventures with Mrs Johnson. Naomi was glad to get the information, but he was