I pulled up a chair to a small cliff, propped up my legs, and began to write. I say write, but it was more like thinking about writing, for the sunset was gorgeous, and, as all sunsets are, I knew that it would go ahead and sink immediately if I didn't patiently watch it progress.
Just as I was getting comfortable in my thoughts and absorbing the different noises of the jungle, a new noise envaded my supposedly withdrawn-from-mankind spot. It sounded as if someone was clucking his tongue, as if he were purposely trying to get my attention. I ignored it for a while, but finally, I turned around. The perpetrator was this.
Never having encountered an ROUS (Rodent of Unusual Size) before, I was a little taken back. On top of that, Wesley was no where to be found, and I had forgotten my sword. So, I did what any normal person would do. I stared right back at it and stood perfectly still, trying to blend in with the background.
We probably stood at attention for twenty seconds or so, until a man, searching for a cell phone signal staggered onto the path.
"What is it?" he asked, after taking the same freeze or die approach that I took.
"Don't know," I replied.
He then pulled out a sword from I don't know where, deftly grabbed a vine and swung himself between me and the beast, slaughtered the ROUS, and announced that he was now ready to marry me.
We (ROUS not included) lived happily ever after.
