…the bushes rustled in front of me, and out jumped a…
“FROG!”
It started to hop towards me. I saw my life flash before my eyes, I was about to be eaten by a frog!
WAIT!
Rewind.
My name is Mr. Jim-bob and I’m a detective, but sadly I’m broke.
One day I received a phone call. The lady on the other end of the line, told me about strange happenings in the jungle. So of course I went to investigate.
I waited at the bus stop for a couple of minutes until I realized that I couldn’t pay, so I walked.
5 Five hours later I arrived at the edge of the jungle, out of breath. I entered the dark, smelly, creepy, dank, jungle. I walked for ages; it could have been anything from two to twenty-two hours but there was one thing I did know, I was completely lost.
Then the bushes rustled in front of me, and out jumped a…
“FROG!”
It started to hop towards me. I saw my life flash before my eyes, I was about to be eaten by a frog! A giant, lumpy, horney, evil, mutant frog! Its tongue shot out and stuck to my T-shirt, and then I was swallowed.
As I hit the frogs stomach juices, I pulled out a pen I had scavenged from the road and stabbed right through the frog’s stomach.
I ripped down.
I fell out of the hole in the frogs torso onto the ground covered in gunk. I got up and tried to unsuccessfully to wipe the foul smelling gunge from my shirt. As I looked around trying to gain my bearings I saw rope ladder hanging down from a tree.
I climbed up, (why wouldn’t I?)
When I reached the top I was on a sort of wooden platform. And not standing ten feet away was my arch enemy…Helga, the short tempered witch. She turned around, when she saw me the expression on her face changed from surprise to anger.
“You killed one of my pets! You shall die!” she shrieked.
She flung herself at me. I stepped forwards to meet the attack, I tripped and fell. As I hit the platform, Helga flew over my head and over the edge.
She yelled things at me that are to horrid to repeat.
I picked myself up and looked over the edge. Helga was still falling, then she turned herself into a panther, (she still wore her witch hat. Also, everyone knows cats land on their feet). She landed on all four paws, (see? I told you so).
She looked up at me and yelled, "You didn't catch me and you never will!"
She cackled evilly,as she bounded away...right into a lake of quicksand!
Helga's laugh of triumph turned into a howl of rage. Before she could curse the worst curses she disappeared under the surface. The only sign that she was there was her hat resting on top of the quicksand.
She was right, I never caught her and I never will.
"Now to get out of this jungle," I thought to myself.
By Max Frethey
