calf.
âThat was a branch!â cried Mr Zola. âThereâs an enormous whirlwind passing right overhead.â
âThank goodness weâre not on the roof now,â said Cam. âAre we nearly there?â
âWeâre approaching the city of Krasnoyarsk,â he said, still staring out of the window.
âA city?â repeated Cam. âI thought Siberia was just a snowy wilderness.â
âA lot of it is,â said Mr Zola. âBut there are several large cities too. Weâre just about to cross the Krasnoyarsk Bridge, a prime example of a parabolic polygonal truss bridge.â
âIs he talking Russian again?â asked Bert.
âIt crosses the Yenisey River, which flows all the way down to the Arctic Ocean in Siberia the Khangai Mountains of Mongolia,â continued Mr Zola. âMy research into moose-cheese ingredients has left me with a good knowledge of this region. The train will cross the bridge and pull into the station, where I will be purchasing a first-class ticket on a boat down the Yenisey.â
âWhat will we do?â asked Cam.
âYouâll have to find your own way to Mongolia,â replied Mr Zola. âI am not a babysitter. My priority is catching up with this Primula Mold.â
âThatâs ours too,â said Bert.
âYouâve managed to tag along with me this far,â grumbled Mr Zola. âAnd youâve caused me nothing but trouble. I shall be glad of some adult company. However, should you take the lead in the competition, then Iâm sure we shall meet again. Although thankfully, I think thatâs pretty unlikely.â
âWhy?â demanded Bert.
âYouâre just children! You were very lucky to get the moose milk but I doubt very much that you will get any rennet. You probably donât even know what it is.â
âItâs the chemical found in mammalsâ stomachs,â said Cam. âIt curdles the milk and is an essential ingredient in cheese production.â
âKnow-all,â he muttered.
âTold you,â said Bert.
âAnyway,â continued Mr Zola, âitâs time for us to part company.â
As he spoke, something else crashed against the carriage, and the train began to brake. Mr Zola looked out of the window again.
âGood gracious!â he cried. âThat was a rubber boat. The whirlwind is flinging all manner of things up from the city. And there goes a tent! The train driverâs going to have to be extra careful crossing the bridge. The wind is extremely strong up here.â
There was a rhythmic clatter as the train slowed to a walking pace. They could hear the wind howling outside. Bert jumped up and down on the hay bale, trying to see out of the high window.
âGive me a leg up, Cam,â he said. âI want to see a Siberian whirlwind.â
âAll right, but my turn next.â
Bert clambered on to his sisterâs back and looked out of the window. The view was amazing. The Krasnoyarsk Bridge was a symmetrical tangle of intricate ironwork, its main frame curving over the river like a metal rainbow. A large city rose up on the other side, the roofs covered in a thick layer of snow. Fifty metres below the bridge streams of water snaked through the ice. A small ship with a large round hull was forging through the frozen water.
âLook! An icebreaker,â shouted Bert.
But it was the whirlwind tossing things into the air that amazed him the most. He watched as an inflatable tyre, a small shed and even a red bouncy castle were flung around the sky like matchsticks.
âMy turn,â said Cam. âI want to see.â
Bert reluctantly climbed down.
âI havenât finished looking yet,â he said. âIf we could just open the outside door a little, then weâll both see. And I could do with some fresh air. It smells a bit moosey in here.â
âNo!â cried Mr Zola. âThereâs a