The forest was dense,of a deep shade of green.The

The forest was dense,of a deep shade of green.The light could barely pass through the tree tops.A savage tribe,untouched by civilisation prepared for the fight.Lean bodies painted

with clay and medicine plants to protect them from the white man's evil spirits. The spirits had killed more than their fire sticks. They approached the dwellings blowdarts ready

to attack. But what they found was astonishing. Like a scene out of The Village.

You know the movie by that guy who made the 6th sense? That guy who had the devil in an elevator and the killer trees? I can never remember his name. Anyway, the attack was like

the grass in that movie "The Happening." People were dropping like flies in bizarre numbers. (That was his worst movie by the way.) Anyway, I to figure out how to stop the attack!

I basically drink the syrupy pink chalk plasma and that seems to coat. This coating then stops the attack. And I can eat another spicy relish beer battered peanut butter sandwich

deep fried in maple syrup mayonnaise with jellied pork rinds bloated with confectioner's praline and bacon ice cream with deluged pickle chips embedded in simmering vichyssoise of

as he blew his nasty breath over the cradle, baptizing the heir to the throne in rampion aroma. Little King Fifer gagged, then coughed, waving his chubby arms as Sir Fredrick look

ed away. The filial deed was done, but he couldn't bear the thought of jwhat had just been unleashed into the world. Little Fifer wouldn't be little forever. No way.