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was the Roc. It was lying down with its beak on the ground. Its golden feathers had lost their shine and some had fallen out.
    Inspector Black skidded to a halt. “That one’s escaped,” he said, seeing the huge beast out in the open.
    â€œIt’s okay,” Ulf told him. “We’re trying to get it to fly away.”

    â€œWhy? What happened to it?” the Inspector asked.
    â€œIt got blown off course in a storm,” Ulf said. “Dr. Fielding says it’s homesick.”
    Ulf pulled up beside the Roc’s feeding trough. He dug his hands into the pile of beast feed and pulled out two meaty steaks.
    â€œCome on,” he said to the Roc. “They’re tasty. You need to get strong.”
    He threw them high into the air. “Jump for them!” he called.
    The steaks fell to the ground. The Roc sniffed one, then pushed it away with its beak.
    â€œIt doesn’t look well at all,” the Inspector said.
    â€œDr. Fielding’s trying to make it better.”
    Ulf accelerated off along the track. Up ahead, nestled into the hillside, were four enormous transparent domes. He headed for them, slowing to let the Inspector alongside.
    â€œGreenhouses?” Inspector Black asked.
    â€œBiodomes,” Ulf explained. “They’re for the extreme-weather beasts. They’re entirely self-regulating and temperature controled.”
    Each biodome was three hundred feet wide and one hundred fifty feet high.
    Ulf stopped his bike. “Wait a second. Dr. Fielding asked me to feed the jeepers creepers.”
    The tropical biodome contained a thick jungle. Ulf pulled the lever on the side of the dome, and inside one section a hatch opened from the ground. Out rose half a cow on a spike.
    Ulf watched as the vegetation started to move. Creeping vines slithered from the trees and crawled from the ground. Leaves parted to expose gaping green mouths. They squeezed and chomped and chewed the cow.
    â€œFlesh-eating plants,” Ulf said.
    The Inspector’s eye started twitching again.
    Ulf hopped back on his bike and rode to the desertdome. “In here we’ve got a sand whale,” he called.
    Up ahead was the snow dome. “And in there we’ve got frostbiters.”
    Ulf rode to the final biodome. It was shaking and flashing. Thunder and lightning were crashing inside. “The storm beasts!” he called.
    â€œPARDON?” the Inspector shouted. “YOU’LL HAVE TO SPEAK UP. I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”
    â€œA FLOCK OF THUNDERLARKS AND TWO ELECTRODACTYLS!” Ulf shouted.
    As the Inspector stopped his bike to note everything down, Ulf rode on, pointing west to a rocky hill dotted with caves.
    â€œAnd that’s Troll Crag up there,” he called. “All the trolls live in caves and underground tunnels.”
    Inspector Black followed, holding his hat on.
    â€œThis way,” Ulf called.
    They turned down into a marsh, and a swarm of mosquitoes as big as crows rose from the ground and flew toward them.
    â€œHurry up!” Ulf said. “They can suck a pint of blood in five seconds.”
    Quickly, the Inspector twisted his ATV’s throttle. Its wheels spun in the wet ground, spraying mud up his pants.
    Ulf tried not to laugh as the Inspector’s ATV lurched forward. They hurtled side by side down the track and bumped onto a wooden bridge. Ulf looked back. The giant mosquitoes were settling back onto the marsh.
    Ulf and the Inspector crossed a stream to the foot of Sunset Mountain.
    Inspector Black looked up. The mountain was pitted with black shadows moving upward, writhing between the rocks.
    â€œThey’re rock-eating beasts,” Ulf explained. “They’re called kracks.”
    â€œWhat else is up there?”
    â€œListen,” Ulf said.
    Ulf and Inspector Black turned off their ATVengines. From high above came a sound like tiny bells tinkling.
    â€œWhistling mimis,” Ulf said.
    The Inspector wrote in