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Bergie14
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Tarzan' s eyes opened when a soft rustling below his tree house woke him. It was stiflingly hot. He crouched, listening carefully.
Tarzan was not a young man anymore. Though to all outward appearances he was in incredible shape, he'd felt himself slowing down in little ways. But, he'd made no concessions to time: his tiny loincloth was still his only covering, and his father his only weapon.
But he clearly has a problem right now. His experienced ears told him that there were multiple individuals quietly, but not silently, rising up the trees around his tree house. He counted at least ten. Who were they? What did they want?
The only way to find out these answers, he quickly decided, would be to wait. He moved to a chair and sat down. Seconds after he did, guests arrived.
Two of them entered his tree house. One spoke: "Hello Tarzan. I'm here to ask for your help."
Tarzan looked at him carefully. "I'm listening."
To be continued.....
Tarzan was not a young man anymore. Though to all outward appearances he was in incredible shape, he'd felt himself slowing down in little ways. But, he'd made no concessions to time: his tiny loincloth was still his only covering, and his father his only weapon.
But he clearly has a problem right now. His experienced ears told him that there were multiple individuals quietly, but not silently, rising up the trees around his tree house. He counted at least ten. Who were they? What did they want?
The only way to find out these answers, he quickly decided, would be to wait. He moved to a chair and sat down. Seconds after he did, guests arrived.
Two of them entered his tree house. One spoke: "Hello Tarzan. I'm here to ask for your help."
Tarzan looked at him carefully. "I'm listening."
To be continued.....