As the jungle blazed with light and the unbearable heat sweeped everything out of proportion we lay in our seclude den which was surrounded by bougainvillea and talked about how we are going to start our adventure to the hidden temple.
As we packed our things for the long journey ahead Rick noticed a man peering through the trees. As we sprinted to the trees at the far end of camp we noticed a sharp movement to where we saw the man. The gap in the tree was empty. We postponed our journey to the next day so we could catch our real life peeping tom at work.
As the night went on we set different traps to catch the man. The traps were every where they were up trees, on the ground also there was traps if you trip over a wire lots of rocks will spring into action against you. Through the night we checked each trap to see if we had caught anything. The night was quiet as we sat patiently for any noise coming from the directions of the traps. Roughly at 3 am we heard a loud and sharp snap coming from the direction of our vine traps. As we ran to the trap Rick had caught a glimpse of something in the trees out of the corner of his eye but he chose to ignore it and to keep on running.
When we reached the trap we froze because wha
In the morning we set off again with half of the journey to go to find our lost temple, which isn’t really lost now that Malcolm know where it is. The trail that Malcolm and his crew left so they could find the way back guided us to the lost temple at sunset.
After a while I decided to go into the temple and look for Rick with Malcolm who was raring to get inside and find is or what might be left of his crew.
As we walked through the jungle singing to our heart content the little man who’s name is Malcolm walked cautiously sensing everything around him he even claimed he could he the trees breath and the leaves whistle which we took no notice to if they were doing it.