You struggle through the undergrowth when a rustling near you catches your ear. You were quite certain that wasn't you, and you brandish your short spear, preparing for the worst. Again you hear it, closer this time. Something's approaching you. With no time to waste you run to a small nearby clearing. You put your back to a towering jungle tree and hold your spear out, ready to see what is following you. You have no idea what beasts you might find in this jungle. Worse yet, what if it was that Skuntank? No, you would've heard her horse's hooves from far away.
With steel resolve you prepare to face whatever is after you. The shrubs part to reveal...
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