Optimism cures all in the Jungles of Borneo
Now, here, in the thick green forests of Borneo, the routine should not be any different, really. Crystal certainly had sympathy for Will, but couldn’t quite understand why he was making such an extra fuss. Sure, things were a little tougher than usual, but after the ants the hike was “all downhill” as they say. “And at least these weren’t the Bullet Ants of Central America, which have a positively nasty sting in comparison!” These were the words she used to comfort Will.
Then there was the matter of these natives, of course. Their guides went missing some miles back on the trail (probably catching up this minute)- so it was an annoyance they couldn’t talk to the interesting men who had tied them up and now carried them about on long poles. Poor Will, bless his heart; he was beginning to whimper. “I knew it! I knew this would happen. I’m going to be eaten by a Cannibal.”
Crystal gave a little laugh as she felt her motherly instincts rise to the occasion. “Cannibals! Will my darling, they don’t exist.”