Sitting around the camp–fire,
we heard distant-jungle-drums
beat out a-message of danger.
-Warning us of -strange little men
-Coming our way!
Hearing-noises, in the–darkness,
we grabbed our guns and -supplies;
quickly scattering,
each one going in a different direction.
Much later, feeling the danger had past,
we regrouped.
Searching our number,
we discovered two were gone.
One of the missing,
unfortunately,
was our -guide,
luckily, we had a -map.
Ready to end this adventure
we began our trip, following a
-path back towards civilization.
As we were leaving the jungle,
we passed by a recently deserted-campsite.
There in the middle of a circle of huts,
next to a still steaming black cauldron,
lay a large pile of white bones,
freshly,
picked clean of flesh.
HS
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