Chapter 103: Panda On Strike Ii (2/2)

The kangaroos were full of muscles. They must be the koala's bodyguards, Chalk figured.

One of them pulled a sloth that was clinging to him down onto the ground.

The sloth sprawled on the ground to form a chair.

The koala sat down and grabbed a bamboo shoot from the ground. He plucked the leaves and put it in his mouth.

Another kangaroo searched in his pouch and fished out a crown made from tree vines before putting it on the koala's head.

”Hi, young one. Your food's really strange. A little hard.”

63 jumped onto Chalk's head. ”Greetings, King. This is the new panda.”

”My name's Chalk. I'm two years old,” Chalk introduced, fl.u.s.tered.

”Name's unimportant. I'm the king of this zoo. I know you're here to investigate and solve the rat problem. We know you're not to be blamed, of course, so we will work together. The koala at your side is my youngest son, by the way. I treat this matter seriously, so first, I'd like to introduce you to our scientist,” the koala king said before clapping his hands.

A big mouth entered Chalk's vision. It was a platypus.

”Professor is good enough,” the platypus said humbly.

”The humans will usually keep you here for five years before sending you back. We will come up with strategies to fix the rat problem before that. You'll have to discuss this matter with Professor. I believe you'd be a good giant panda so this is an honorary medal.”

A kangaroo reached into his pouch for an exquisite s.h.i.+eld badge made from gra.s.s.

The king took it before approaching Chalk.

63 jumped a few times on Chalk's head. ”On your knees. Lower. He's going to crown you so don't be rude.”

Chalk lowered his body and the koala tied the badge to his chest. ”You're officially a horseman. It's a supreme glory, but just remember to take it off during the day. Alright, I'll continue my patrol. Chat with him, Professor.”

The king took his crown off and a kangaroo slipped it in his pouch while another kept the king in his.

The last kangaroo grabbed the sloth.

They left one by one, leaving behind only the platypus and the guarding anteater.

63 muttered, ”Horseman? Looks like the king's really concerned about this.”

The platypus laughed. ”How about we let you rest today and we'll discuss the matter tomorrow? I'm 38, in case you need me urgently.”

Chalk nodded.

The platypus laughed before exiting.

The anteater spoke quietly, ”I'm the locksmith, call me 93. I'm going to lock this place up now! Contact me if you need to go out at night.”

63 replied, ”Got it.”

The door closed and the platypus raised the anteater up to lock the gate.

After a short silence, Chalk asked, ”This rat invasion... what's going on?”

”Aren't you an expert in this area? Why don't you know?” 63 shot back.

”I... I just want to hear your opinions,” Chalk answered, thinking about how he was going to play his role well.

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