Orlov - A Simples Life: My Life & Times. by Aleksandr Orlov

A Simples Life Aleksandr Orlov

CONTENTS

M Y name is Aleksandr Orlov. I live and make my work in Meer-kovo, small village outside Moscow. I have a success business. I have a mansion decorate with many fine things. I have a naturally majestic posture. But I would have none of these things if it were not for my family. I come from long line of the most courageousness, fearlessness, ambitiousness meerkats you could know. This book is dedicate to them.

In honour my ancestors, I also wish to inspire next generation of young businesskats. I am hope that this book will show what can come of courage, hard work and a good fur-care regime.

I am also hope that with royalties I will be able to re-marble roof on Orlov family mansion.

Special mention must go to Sergei, my head of IT. Without him this book would not have been written (because he record all my dictating on his cassette tape and spend all his holidays typing). Thank you, Sergei.

PART The 1

THE JOURNEY OF COURAGEOUSNESS

K EFENTSE, as portrayed by extremely handsome actor in epic movie, The Journey of Courageousness. His faithful companion is in the background, as normals.

S OME Juicy Grub tins from the old days. They are empty, but if you lick the inside you can still get the tangy taste of grub. And rust.

T HE two intrepid adventurers were scratched and tangled and weakened by the sandstorms. And always with the hunger grumbling at them.

I N the beginning, my ancestors lived in Kalahari Desert in Africa. This is their story. It is full of endangerment and adventure, and complicated names, but I think you will be interest because it is, after all, where I am comings from.

It was good living in the desert. My ancestors built big burrows in the orange sand, and furnished them with characteristic meerkat tastefulness.

The days were long and hot. In mornings, when it was cooler, the meerkats would dig for grubs. In the afternoons, when it was hot and they were full of lunch, they would lie in the sun or take long, luxurious dust baths. (Just as I do now, although I prefer bubbles to dust.)

H ERE is picture from movie where Seri is being bamboozled by empty tin. Sergei play this scene well, he is good at being bamboozled by everything.

On cold nights, the gang would gather round the fire and tell stories of courageousness. My ancestor, Kefentse Orlah and his loyal companion Seri (who was grey and bedraggly and full of fleas. Perhaps he remind you of someone?), were the most courageousness of them all. Kefentse would tell great stories of the dangers they had face. The meerpups would sit and listen with expression of wonderment. Seri would sit busy with his flea tweezers.

The only ointment in the flies was the neighbouring tribe of mongooses. They were always sneak into meerkat burrows late in night and make thieves of themselves. Also, on windy days, their stinkiness would get in everyones nostrils and make them feel sick.

But not including the mongooses, my ancestors lived happy lives. Grubs were caught, and pups were born.