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Here’s my story:
The jungle was thick, steamy and oppressive. Carl had no idea when he’d become lost. Guess that’s how getting lost happens. It poses more of a threat, though, when you’re in a jungle rather than on the highway.
The humming of insects was deafening. He faded back and forth, noticing the din, then ignoring it …feeling afraid, then exhilarated. His vacation was almost over and his adventure was only beginning. He fumbled through his backpack taking inventory of his supplies. A compass…dang, why hadn’t he asked someone how to use it?… One unopened apple juice box …and one piece of chewing gum.
He felt helpless, yet for a moment, he was amused.
He thought, “MacGyver would even fold with these tools. Sucks to be me.”
Carl was a level-headed fellow. He considered himself safe until he wasn’t safe. No need to panic.
As the grin was fading from his face, there came a shadow from over head. A brightly colored bird was circling. It reminded him of a vulture from those Tarzan films he watched as a kid. When vultures arrived, folks knew they were in trouble with a capital “T”. He decided it might be a good idea to follow the bird. When he looked up again, he was hit in the face with a tremendous, wet dropping!
It was sandy and warm. His arms flailed! He couldn’t see! He couldn’t BREATHE!
“DUDE! Chill! It’s just a towel.”
Carl’s first sight was a purple kite flapping in the wind overhead. His next sensation was sound. Waves of the approaching high tide were drumming. His heart felt as though he’d just run a marathon. There was an afternoon steam rising from the over-baked sand in front of his beachfront accommodations…
It was then, the lifeguard retrieved his wet towel from Carl’s chest and walked into the sunset.