by
Kylie
The jungle was deep and thick, and seemed to go on for miles.
Large green leaves brushed the explorers faces, as they walked past the marshes and tall, tall trees. There was the occasional bubbling of the sticky swamp, and squishing of the spotted mushrooms underfoot. But through it all, the team pushed forward, until finally, their lungs were relieved of the tight jungle air, and inhaled sweet, clean oxygen, as they stepped out from under Kylie’s bed. The brave Bear bunch had journeyed into regions unknown, and made fantastic discoveries in the jungle which they had recently named Plein De Chaussettes, meaning Full of Socks in French.
“It was amazing!” chanted Fenway, as the whole village gathered to greet the explorers.
“Stupendous!” shouted Kindy.
“Marvelous!” yelled Angie.
“Stinky,” commented Brownie.
The group, consisting of Fenway, Brownie, Kindy, Angie, Wolfie, and Katy lit a bonfire in the village square, gathered freshly picked corn, and exotic orange rice candies for everyone, (including themselves) and sat around the bright fire in the dark, to tell their story from under the bed...
It was only the first day, and Brownie had already broke out in a rash, Angie had tripped over a mushroom and sprained her ankle, Wolfie had been attacked by a swarm of forest wasps, Katy fell out of a tree and got a concussion, Fenway got in a fight with a mutant cheeto and broke his nose, and Kindy had a stomach ache from all the bugs she ate. They were all just about ready to give up, but knew that it was too soon to call it quits.
Wolfie decided that it would be a good idea to cook some canned pasta over a fire, take a drink from the pond, and call it a day. Everybody agreed with him.
As Wolfie unrolled his feather sleeping bag next to Kindy, he began a conversation with the others.
“Ruff day, huh?”
“Tell me about it.”
“I’m sure we’ll all feel better tomorrow. We’ll just sleep a little, have some cinnamon toast in the morning, and go about fifty more miles north.”
“How many days are we actually planning on staying in this jungle?”
“Fourteen. Sixteen, tops.”
Kindy sighed, and took a drink of pond water.
“OOH! ITCHY! AHH, OH, AHH! ITCHY BUT!!!” screamed Brownie,
“Good night Wolfie.”
“Good night.”
The next morning, the group was refreshed, and ready to venture further into the jungle.
They packed up camp, and put out the fire, then headed north, into the thickest parts of the jungle.
Katy looked down at her boots, going squish, squash, squish, squash, over the muddy mess of flora, and seeming to sink deeper into the ground, as they went.
“Mischief?” said Katy,
“What?”
“Can I look at the map? I think we’re heading straight into a bog.”
“That’s impossible. We’ve been traveling for over 50 miles north, and all the bogs in this jungle are in the east.”
“Oh, give me that!” demanded Katy, grabbing the compass from his hands.
“Mischief?”
“WHAT?”
“Do you even know how to read this thing?”
“YES!”
“Mischief, we’re heading east!”
“How do you know?”
“Well for one thing, you don’t even know how to read, and we’re up to our knees in a bog!”
Mischief looked down at his mud swallowed feet.
“AHH! MOMMY!”
“Okay, who put Mischief in charge of reading the map?” demanded Kindy,
“Umm, that would be me,” admitted Fenway, raising his paw in the air.
“HE CAN’T EVEN SPELL HIS OWN NAME!”
“Sure I can! It’s M-A-F-B-D-H-G-Z-Q-D-C-X-F!”
Brownie began hyperventilating.
“Okay, everybody just stay calm! Who’s the closest to the shore?” asked Kindy,
All paws pointed to Brownie.
“Great. Brownie, do you think you can reach that branch over there?”
to be continued