Pumba Novels & Stories

As for which one to choose… My eyes were drawn straight to that beautiful Alaskan Malamute. From the very first glance, I was captivated by his cold, handsome look. If I had to choose one, it would be him without hesitation. Fletcher looked at the Alaskan Malamute. He lay calmly by my side and seemed completely satisfied with my choice. Fletcher turned to me in surprise and said, "You're the first person Lord Allen has ever accepted. He's not showing any signs of rejection. This is incredible!"

That set her off again. “Why would we get you a snake?” she asked, her voice full of mirth. Finally, I loosened the tape enough that the creature pushed its head through and blinked up at me. “Oh!” I heard Tonya exclaim. “She’s so cute!” I was frozen in shock. A baby puma, pure black, looked up at me. It didn’t have the white star that Stella had on her chest and belly, but she had the same inquisitive look on her face. My mouth was open in shock and tears were streaming down my face.

A luxurious jazz bar in Longmen. "Lao Lin, I have already sent the message to my lovely girls." A penguin that is much larger than a normal penguin is lazily leaning on the sofa in the main seat. This person (Penguin) is the boss of Penguin Logistics, the Emperor. And the other two people in the box.

Mason stood up from the front of the bus to look at the baker’s dozen children in their seats. They all ranged in age from three to ten, just as they ranged in their abilities. One little girl, Jade, had easily won my Mason over. She was only three years old and, like me, had a physical mutation that was reptilian… more lizard than a snake, but still, there were visible scales on her face, her winter jacket and pants hiding the others.

Desmond stated, continuing on down the deck, pointed boots tapping along the wood. Finally, he led me to where they kept the livestock. At my arrival, the creatures seemed to get even louder. Bauking and baa-ing at me. Desmond greeted the man caring for the animals, calling him Shep. "Is that a pig?" I asked, pointing at the plump, brown creature sleeping belly up in a pen. "Ah, yes. We call her Penny. Our own personal trash compactor," Shep answered me. "She likes belly rubs."

What the…? We cautiously approached the creature, which had hunkered down by our feet, shaking. "It was a baby panther!" Catalina screeched. "How did a baby panther end up in the walls of the PAN house?" I thought I was the only panther roaming around here. Catalina hugged the small creature to her, marveling at its presence. What in the world was going on?

Peter greeted taking a seat on the only empty seat available. " Gentlemen, this is my friend I told you about, Peter Maxwell, " Joe said about his friend. The older gentleman who looked to be in his seventies with piercing laser brown eyes looked intently at Peter. " Your friend here tells me that you require our services. " Peter gulped and turned to his friend with a question as to who the man is in his eyes. " This is Percy Smith, owner of Dabomb corps, " Joe answered. Peter frowned. " Never heard of you guys. "

He smirked: "I'm not so easy to die, you go first." Elias charged at two hairy beasts with red eyes just like them. His claws are also longer and sharper than usual. His claws cut deep into their flesh, blood trickling down to the ground. But just a few seconds later, those cuts completely disappeared, as if Elias had never cut sharp cuts into them. The two beasts let out a few ghastly screams, their whole bodies emitting a strong fishy odor, and jumped towards him. Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it.

Eva just looks at us and says, “We jump.” “Jump? This isn’t the Olympics. This is Cheese Puff, not a warhorse!” I protest. Cheese Puff clears the log like a champion. I nearly fall off and eat moss. Parker’s horse, Doom Bringer, grazes dramatically for ten minutes before even considering movement. “Majestic,” Eva deadpans as Parker scrambles to remount. Hours pass with more teasing, more chocolate theft, and more proof that Parker’s singing voice should be considered a violation of international law.

“A puma den was discovered not far from here. Empty at the moment, of course.” Christopher’s head snapped up. “A real puma den?” The director nodded. “Would you like to see it?” The teachers were occupied farther down the trail with the younger children. The forest swallowed sound quickly. Bobby hesitated. The man’s credentials, his calm authority, the naturalist’s quiet confidence—everything about him seemed official. “It’s only a few minutes off the path,” he assured her. Christopher was already vibrating with excitement. “Please, please, please Bobby… pretty please?”