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"It was hot as sin and I was sweating like a pig as I wandered through the jungle, hoping to reconnect with the tour guide I had lost when I stopped to examine a strange insect crawling across a giant leaf. The dense multicolored foliage, towering trees gazing down silently, and the screech of an animal I would rather have not met face-to-face all conspired to peg my freakout meter. Panic had set in. That's when I heard the drums, slowly pounding a primal beat as they approached. At first I rejoiced; I was saved! I began to move toward them. Then I remembered the words of wisdom my jungle guide had given me as we set out: "Do not, under any circumstances, attempt communication with natives if we come in contact with them. They are a primitive people and will only be threatened by you." I stopped dead in my tracks, but the drums were now very close, pounding furiously in rhythm with my heart. Fear gripped me as a group of five natives came into sight. Ignoring my guide's advice, with a nervous smile I said hello. We all stopped in our tracks and the drumming ceased as each of us sized up the situation. The neutral expressions with which the natives surveyed me offered a glimmer of faint hope. But that was quickly snuffed out as the men resumed their sinister beat, moving quickly towards me. I turned and ran faster than I ever thought possible. Poisoned darts flew past my head, missing me by mere centimeters. And all this time, the drums never stopped. Doom, doom, doom. Gasping for breath, I broke into a clearing and there was my guide, his rifle at the ready. One shot in the air was all it took to send the natives fleeing. I collapsed in a heap of fear, sweat, and stench, knowing how close I had come to being a shrunken head on an Amazon chief's necklace. | |
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