Jungle Fever!

By Darren Mei

“Look what I caught!” Cameron showed the fish to his friend Ron.

“Nice, let’s go put it in some water and take it back to your apartment,” replied Ron, who had caught weird-shaped blue fish,” I think I’ll name my fish Freddie.”

“I don’t think I will name my fish. Better that way if he dies,” replied Cameron offhandedly.

As Cameron and Ron got back from the dock and jumped into Ron’s little tuk-tuk, they made their way back to their little town in Peru. As they turned and rocked through the bumpy, unpaved road they heard the sounds of native animals. Suddenly there was a fallen tree in the distance. The tuk-tuk’s brakes were worn down and Ron, who was driving, flung the steering wheel to the side and the car skimmed the side of a tree trunk. Branches whipped past Cameron’s head and painted a red line across his forehead. All of a sudden the vehicle hit another tree and Cameron flew out of the tuk-tuk. Ron, whipped forward, and was knocked unconscious. Cameron, on the other hand, had almost broken his neck in the fall. He thought he saw some type of fish in his hand, but he forgot everything. “Hey look, its night now…” he thought to himself as blackness clouded his vision.

Three days later, Ron was in the ranger station questioning the ranger for Cameron.

“I’m sorry, but he isn’t anywhere!” the ranger replied, irritated.

“Fine, just tell me if you have any major leads,” reminded Ron, distraught.

Ron was walking out he suddenly saw a person walking out of the jungle. It was Cameron!

“How did you survive without any food?” asked Ron, amazed,” Hey, where is your fish?”

Cameron smiled grimly and replied,” Guess what I ate in the jungle Ron…”