Meow Ba

Chapter 414 The Treasure of Black Africa
They looked at each other for a long time and were speechless.

In the end, it was Ron who spoke first.

"Meow~"

Well, who, can use Morse code?
Hi, I'm Ron, I mean no harm.

"Papa, papapapa, papapa~"

Looking left and right, Ron didn't find any stones, so he could only raise his front paws to slap a pile of smoke and dust on the dry and grassless yellow land.

"Squeak~"

"Papa, papapapa, papapa~"

I don't know if the little mongoose, which was only half the height of Ron, who was squatting opposite Ron, understood it. Anyway, Ron heard it make a high-pitched cry, and then patted the ground with its small paws.

"Meow~"

Unexpectedly, Morse code is common among intelligent animals in Africa?

Listening to the rhythm of the little mongoose, Ron twitched his beard, grinned, and almost laughed - this is clearly the rhythm of Morse code, and his proficiency is not low.

But after listening carefully for a while, the corners of Ron's grin closed.

Because the Morse code shot by the little mongoose repeated over and over again: Hello, I'm Ron, and I mean no harm.Hi, I'm Ron, I mean no harm.Hi, I'm Ron, I mean no harm...

"..."

Grandma bear, are you kidding me?
The Morse code was invalid, and Ron and the little mongoose fell into a speechless state of looking at each other again—although Ron was an orange cat with a human soul, it was just an orange cat.

He doesn't have the third senior sister Meimei's special ability to convey messages with eyes, and can understand you just by looking at you, nor does he have the ability of senior brother Persimmon Kungfu to change the tremor structure of vocal cords and speak human language through sound transmission and secrets after he has practiced to a very high level. Can do nothing.

Of course, Ron also tried several other methods of communication: he cleared out a clean space, and then popped out his paws and gestured on the ground.

"Hi, I'm Ron."

Ron wrote six squares, and the little mongoose didn't move.

"Hao are you? I am Ron."

Ron wrote a series of letters, and the little mongoose blinked.

"Bonjour~"

Ron wrote half a line of romance, and the little mongoose scratched his neck with his hind legs.

"Здравствыйте~"

Ron wrote a string of banana characters, and the little mongoose yelled. Ron was overjoyed, but saw a little female mongoose running out of the group of mongooses, and gave it to the kitten in front of Ron. The ferret scratched the lice.

"Meow!"

Depend on!no more~
Ron, who failed to communicate and was fed a mouthful of mongoose food, tilted his body and fell lazily on the ground, but the big eyes in the black eye sockets of the little mongoose on the opposite side were rolling around, enjoying the beauty of the mongoose girl combing her hair. Comfortable, I don't know what to think.

"Ding~full~"

After a while, the little mongoose seemed to think of something.

He called an exceptionally round mongoose over with a bark, as if to explain something, and then the fat mongoose flew away.

After about ten minutes, the fat mongoose returned to the mongoose group with a small black fruit in its mouth.

"Squeak~"

Taking the small black fruit from the fat mongoose's mouth, Ron watched as the leading little mongoose ran up to him gently and put the fruit on Ron's paw.

"Squeak!"

"Meow?"

Let me eat?
There is a shortage of food during the dry season in Africa, and it is difficult to find mature fruits. Moreover, the dark skin of the small fruits is a little wrinkled, which should have been stored for a long time.

Ron pretended to push the fruit into his mouth, the little mongoose nodded repeatedly, Ron took the fruit away, and the little mongoose barked again and again.

"..."

Count the ball!

Mongooses can eat them, so they shouldn’t kill cats, right?

After confirming that the little mongoose really wanted him to eat the black fruit, Ron's eyes went back and forth between himself and the little mongoose a few times, and out of confidence in his digestion ability, he finally bit into the black fruit in one bite. mouth.

"Yuck~"

Although the skin looked wrinkled and seemed to be very resilient, the black fruit melted in the mouth and flowed into the throat. A strong smell of rubber filled the mouth, making Ron retch.

But strangely, the black fruit had only just entered the mouth, but the saliva that Ron spit out was so clear that there were only foam.

"Are you okay? This fruit is very small, you can't spit it out."

"I can't even spit out this damn fruit, it's so unpalatable."

He was retching, when a voice suddenly came from his ear, Ron answered without turning his head, and when he finished speaking, Ron was suddenly taken aback——

Huh?How can I speak?Could this be the function of the black fruit?

Also, who was speaking just now?

Looking up excitedly, Ron saw the little mongoose in the lead standing in front of him at a glance, looking at him with concern.

"Were you talking just now?"

"Yes, hello."

"I'm Timon, the leader of these mongooses."

Concentrating on it, Ron heard the sound immediately, but unfortunately, Ron's guess just now was wrong.

This magical black fruit did give Ron the ability to understand and speak other languages, but only in mongoose - Ron still heard the sound of mongoose in his ears, but his brain has been able to automatically understand the sound of mongoose meaning contained in.

"Hi, I'm Ron."

"Nice to meet you."

Since the language is the same, communication is naturally boundless.

With a common language foundation, Ron and the lead little mongoose chatted happily as they returned to the surrounding area of ​​the big tree.

However, there is still no news about Swahili, the land of glory.

"don’t worry."

"Although I have never left my ethnic group, I can ask my good friends."

Mongooses are small in size and have big appetites.

Because the body has no fat stores for calories, they eat about one-third of their body weight in food a day, mostly protein-rich insects and arthropods.

Therefore, in order to ensure the survival and development of the group, the mongoose needs to migrate frequently. Before moving to the current territory, Timon's group also migrated many times.

During these migrations, Timon also made friends with many other races, such as a unique pig in Africa, the warthog named Pumbaa, who got his name because he likes to hit trees with his tusks and make a bang bang sound.

Without Ron's help, Timon's group would definitely be wiped out by the invading mongoose tribe-maybe other members of the group could join the invading mongoose tribe, but Timon would definitely be exiled or even killed.

Therefore, Timon is very concerned about the big cat Ron who helped him.

After returning to the territory, he asked Ron to rest and wait on the big tree. Timon quickly found his friend, Pumbaa the warthog, to help. It is much bigger, and naturally I hope it is also much bigger.

And warthog Pumbaa has his own friends, even if he doesn't know, he can go to other warthogs, wildebeest, zebra, gazelle and so on.

(End of this chapter)