Mr Meek’s journey to the deepest, darkest, jungliest jungle was long. When I say long, I mean loooooooooooooong.

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After a month (he really should have packed more underpants and socks as they were now only being changed weekly), Father looked a state. His glasses had , he had grown a long, straggly beard, his clothes were torn into rags and, horror upon horror, he had lost one of his sandals.*

Worst of all, THE MONSTERPEDIA book was now overdue, and there was already a substantial fine of to pay. However, however, however, none of that really mattered as Mr Meek had finally reached his destination.

The deepest, darkest, jungliest jungle.

HOME OF THE FING!

In case you are wondering where the deepest, darkest, jungliest jungle is, and might be suspecting I have simply made it up,** please peruse the map over the page.

Now that he was in the deepest, darkest, jungliest jungle, Mr Meek had to find a FING.

The problem was

he couldn’t spot one

anywhere.