9 Jungle Bungle

CHAPTER 9 JUNGLE BUNGLE The jungle is having a bad hair day. It takes every blade in my Swiss Army knife to hack our way through.

And you have to be very careful where you step. All the animals are party poopers, and you have to look out for the dreaded hippo-potty-mess. The heat beats down on us. It's like being in a furry oven. HALT!

All of a sudden, Eric shouts out, "Knock, knock!" "Who's there?" we all ask. Eric beats his chest and yells, "Tarzan!" "Tarzan who?" we ask. "Tarzan stripes forever!" he giggles. I guess that's a little jungle joke.

A snake as long as a jumbo jet slides by. Hairy spiders as big as hamsters bounce on webs as large as trampolines.

OUCH! Penny sniffs a purple flower and it grabs the end of her nose. Mrs. Green tells us the name of the plant in Latin. She says we'll have a quiz in an hour.

Randy sees a sandbox and jumps in. Unfortunately, it's a quicksand box. He sinks in up to his chin. "It's not recess yet," scolds Mrs. Green as she pulls him out.