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The group of fennecs, each - except for their ears - a hand shorter than Peter, ran around him and then all into a direction along the gravel road. When they noticed he wasn't following some made the same motions with their hands as the amazone had made, whilst two dashed back behind him, ready to give him a push.\ Before they could do so, Peter got his travelcase into one hand and his treasurechest into his other and started to trot after them.\

One of the fennecs made a salto in the air, whilst those that had run back to get behind Peter made lightning dashes to get ahead of the others.\ Peter followed them at his own pace. Which seemed to be a crawl by the fennecs standards, as always only one stopped to wait for Peter whilst their others went dashing around hunting flying bugs or doing acrobatics.\ The first building they passed was a swimmingbath. It provided two of the three walls that had framed the mini-meadow peter had arrived in.\ Looking over his shoulder a cold shiver ran over his spine when he saw a black ant, as big as his arm, emerge from the ground and close the hole in the ground again. Peter stopped to watch until a furred hand grabbed his wrist and tugged on it.\ It was the fennec that had preceeded him from the hole and who had reported to the zebra-amazone.\ "RepyipyipAryap" the fennec said, looking at Peter, waving his ears and his other arm like a seaman uses flags to communicate, pointing down the gravel road.\ "Yes, I come," Peter said and followed the tugging of the fennec.\ Barking and yipping and clapping his hands the fennec danced ahead and Peter followed him. When he would have run he might have kept pace with the fennecs, but they didn't seem to mind. Rather, some of them seemed to enjoy walking at Peters pace, with an exaggerated swagger.\ Peter caught a glimpse from the shadowy interior of the bathhouse, where some fennecs were jumping of a tower into a bassin, in which zome zebras were swimming slowly.\ Large buildings right and left framed the gravel road, spaced by small green islands. Some buildings seemed to be stables, as he could see bales of hay in their open upper levels, until he realized that it might well be food storages for the zebra-amazones.\ A group of amazones in leather armor of the same type as the fennecs were wearing trotted past, glancing curiously at Peter. They were carrying large wooden poles over their shoulders, and from their belts various tools were dangling. When one of the zebras addressed one of the fennecs and pointed at Peter, three of the fennecs immideatly enacted the scene of Peter knocking out the tiger.\ This time the swinging of the imaginary treasurechest was more powerful and the imaginary tiger was almost decapitated. \ Scratch that, the fennec playing the upper body of the tiger took his own head in his hands and hopped over the ground with it.\ The zebras looked at Peter.\ "Oh fuck," Peter thought, took his treasurechest and motioned how he had moved it. Then he tried to enact how and where he actually hit the tiger. And what effect he thought it had had on him.\ The fennecs who had enacted the play started a wild debate about the motions and the actions, whilst the zebras bowed their head to Peter and then went their ways to the wall, where the gravel road ended at a large gate. \ And where one of the two gate towers was, like stencilled out.\ The fennecs surrounded Peter and gesticualted wildly. They barked, yipped and whistled at him all at the same time.\ "You notice I don't understand you, do you?"\

If they did, they couldn't have cared less. They seemed to want to convey something to Peter. \ One of them crouched ducked and timidly around, scared of his own shadow, to be booed at by the others.\ When he switched to a proud swagger, with broad chest and his short arms pressed into his sides to appear even broader and bigger, the others bowed to him and kissed the gravel where his feet had touched it.\ "I don't think you want to mean what I think you want to mean," Peter murmured to himself.\ "My mom would have you over the knee in a minute and would surely be able to explain to you why humbleness is proper behaviour."\ Then he realized something. He had read Robinson Crusoe. The first thing Robinson did when he met Friday was conveying his own name to the wild man.\

They had crossed a robust bridge over a lazily flowing river when Peter had worked out the idea. Looking up from his thoughts, he saw the fennecs leaving the bridge and the gravel road that connected to it again, and instead slide down a short slope to a large meadow overgrown with high grass.\ On the other side of the meadow a whitle castle arose, with a mighty central tower. The castle was nestled against a steep cliff which itself was embraced by a steep sandstone wall. All around the meadow and the castle and the other buildings a towering wall arose, made from warm yellow sandstone. The gravelway, Peter was sure, ran through between the castle and the high wall. Peter marvelled and the sheer measures of the place. The walls were easily twenty meters tall, thrice as high as his parents home had been.\

Except for one fennec who waited impatiently for him, the others had darted into the high grass where only their eartips were visible. \ They were heading to where a number of fishing rods emerged above the high grass. Peter loved fishing. He always had used his free time to try and catch a trout - any fish actually - in the river. Not that he ever had caught a trout. His father had told him these fish didn't swim in such small rivers.\ Peter followed the fennecs into the high grass, leaving a wide trail where he trampled the grass down. The Fennec that had moved in behind him squeaked and grabbed him by his neck, pulling him back. \ The fennec gesticualted wildly, chittering and yipp-yapp-ruffing agitatedly, pointing at a dozen amazones that were climbing a stairway to a second stable-like building, then at the grass pulling off a leaf of grass, and mimicing chewing on it before sticking it between the gravel and then, imitating Peters walk with the case and the treasurechest, trampling the leaf until it wasn't much more than pulp. \ Again he pointed at the amazones who were visible in the stables, counting bales and taking notes on slabs of clay, then picked up the pulped leaf and looking disgustedly at it before trying to eat it. Then he sat down on the ground, crossed his arms and legs and let his ears hang, looking up to Peter and pointing at the ground.\ Peter had a a good idea what the fennec wanted from him: Sit down and wait.\ Soft chitter and barking emerged from the place where the fishermen were located and the fennecs had went - went without leaving a trace in the high grass.\ There were mewls and soft growls, and noises that sounded like genuine laughter, although like from a hoarse person. \ Again chittering and barking, accompanied by more of the, almost musical, laughters.\ Moments later the fennecs appeared again,one of them holding up a sizeable blue shimmering fish, easily a meal for the whole group of them. \ One of the fennecs, the leader of the group, stepped to Peter and looked at the other fennec who sat visibly frustrated on the ground.\ That one shot a finger at the path Peter had trampled into the grass and then yip-yapped soemthing with a great amount of gesturing and ear-posing at the groups leader.\ That one inspected Peters shoes with great interest and tugged on them, looking puzzled at the shoes lacing.\ When he inspected Peters black socks and poked his wet cold nose against Peters ankles, Peter decided it was time to get the initiative.\ He waved to the fennec until he looked up. His ears perked upward.\ Peter pointed at himself, and said: "Peter."\

The fennec tilted one ear sideward, then the other.\ Then he sat on Peters outstretched legs and grabbed Peters shirt, tugging on it:\ "PeTrr."\ Peter wanted to not but the pawy hands grabbed Peters nose gently:\ "PetArr."\ "Okay, with Robinson Crusoe it had been automatically obvious that pointing at oneself meant:"My name is."\ Peter placed his treasurechest beside himself on the ground and scritched his head.\ The fennec sitting on his legs looked at him with his big black eyes, then gestured at one of the other fennecs.\ That one stepped to Peters side, sat down like Peter and then pointed at his own throat, where the thick silk was wrapped around his neck.\ Then he yipyep-riff-yapped, wiggling his tail and ears.\ The fennec on Peters knees bumped the other fennecs nose gently and then grabbed Peters ears and pointed to where the amazones were taking inventory of haybales.\ The second fennec flickered his ears, then straightened them upward and pointed with an extraslow gesture at his throat:\ "YipipYepap-rRiffef-Yapapap."\ Peter wanted to point at the other fennec and repeat the sequence, when the fennec sitting on his knees snipped his fingers in front of his face and then pointed at himself, also at the throat, and "spoke" as slowly as the other one:\ "YipipYepap-rRiffef-Yapapap."\ Peter was baffled.\ But then the fennec on his knees touched his own nose, and said:\ "aRruun,"\ before touching the other fennecs nose and saying:\ "Tiz."\ The other fennec touched his own nose, repeating:"Tiz," only to touch the nose of the fennec on Peters knees and say:"aRruun."\ Peter nodded and touched his own nose:"Peter", then gently placed a fingertip on the nose of the fennec sitting on his knees:"ARrrun."\ The fennecs ears flickered and he placed his own hand on his own nose:"aRruun."\ Peter tried again, placing a finger on the fennecs nose:"Harun."\ This time the fennec placed his hand on Peters nose, said:"PetArr", which Peter tried to correct to "Peter".\ After a few minutes it was agreed upon that he was Peter, add or loose a few R depending upon who addressed him. And the company he was with were Harun, Tiz, X, Y and Z.