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monkey
Join Date: Mar 2003
Location: The Great White North, eh!
Posts: 26
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Deep in the land of viscus citrus, we seek the bananna oracle. Surrounded by the wet jungle, the tangy air penetrated the thin material of our clothing, causing us to pull at the fabric that clung to our chests, backs, and necks. Slithering, slippery lizards slide sideways round tree trunks as we hack through the dense green with our machetes.
The Stream of Many Juices flowed freely just beyond the next ridge; we trudged forward to rest at her banks and gulp her rich red waters. The women fill the skins to the bursting point and seal them tightly, so prized is the life extending power of this water. It is only this water that will persuade the banana oracle to reveal the answers we so desperately need to keep our peoples from descending into a battle that will forever divide us, and potentially end life as we know it forever. It conspired against us, the jungle, full of buzzing sounds and bites and broken bamboo-mantled limbs, but we could see her glowing burn, we thought, so hopeful we pressed on. |
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