Mungo and the lost clans of the Darien jungle

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Summary

It is July 12, 1698 and members of two Scottish clans, the McGlaikits and the McTossers, clash over pilfered fowl on the docksides of Leith Harbour, Edinburgh. This marks the first of many such altercations between the two feuding clans that mar the voyage of the Iona on its way to the Darien jungle with hundreds of Scottish colonists on board. The scene shifts to the birth of Mungo McDuff, a day largely overshadowed by the wedding of the Prince of Wales and Diana Spencer. As it turns out, Mungo is destined to be overshadowed by events and personalities throughout most of his babyhood, childhood and teenhood. A shy and introverted individual, Mungo faces constant torment during hisformative years at the hands of local bullies and from the loathsome Forbes Strathbottom in particular. Mungo finds solace in his one true love - plants, spending most of his time nurturing his leafy charges and adding to his blossoming collection. The pride of which is to come from the hands of Great Granny McCrabbie during a visit to Castle Groggie on the family estate of Glenmuckie. There, he is given a mysterious pod that he cultivates into a fine specimen of unknown origin and lineage. The plant displays carnivorous tendencies and is finally dismembered by Mungo's father Archie McDuff, after it attacks the latter's nether regions in the bathroom. And so begins an adventure ...

Status
Complete
Chapters
21
Rating
4.5 2 reviews
Age Rating
13+

Prologue - Pangaea, 208 million years ago

The Micropachycephalosaurus hopped gingerly through the tall undergrowth, trying with all its might not to draw unwanted attention to itself. Of course, it did not know that it was a Micropachycephalosaurus. It was acutely aware, however, that it was very small in relation to the hordes of other scaly-skinned beasts that so often towered above it, intent on eating it. And if carnivores weren’t chasing it, it had to keep an eye out for those idiotic but enormous plant chomping ones that so often came charging through the forest, forcing it to take extreme evasive action to avoid being horribly stomped to death.

It was a bright sunny day in Pangaea and the chicken-sized herbivore was feeling particularly good about things. It hadn’t seen a raptor the whole morning and it was now with a bounce in its hop that it looked here and there for tasty shoots to eat. Then it saw it, a large healthy plant with strange looking pods at the ends of its many tufted red fronds. It was unlike anything the Micropachycephalosaurus had ever seen before and it sidled up to it with interest. The plant stirred ever so slightly as the small dinosaur nuzzled its nose inoffensively against its pods as if trying to decide upon which one to nibble on first. In the blink of a reptilian eye, the Micropachycephalosaurus was gone, never seeing the gleaming white teeth and slavering jaws that lunged downwards to snap it up.