The sweat trickled down my face , meanwhile the mosquitoes buzzed in my ear. My feet aches and my arms heavy from carrying the Machete. The troops and I continue to cut the wall of plant. We barely have a chance to see them before we have two does hand weapons aimed at us. So these were the people we had been wared of. We all turn around, prepared to run. “Grrrrrrrrrr” Even though the weapons were still pointed on us no one dared to run. The tiger was blocking our escape. What to do face the tiger or the hostile natives.
Wednesday 6 December 2017
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I really like your story line.
ReplyDeleteNext time make sure that it all makes sense.