The Sting of the
Jungle
Boy and the Stolen
Loincloth
It
was a hot and sultry day in the jungle, and boy was feeling bored. It
was now many weeks since he had returned from the city, and it seemed
very dull to be back in the jungle. He decided to climb up into the
higher branches of the trees near to the river, in the hope of spying
some maidens from the local village bathing or washing their hair on
the river bank. Unfortunately for Boy, there were not village
maidens in sight, just a long expanse of empty river bank.
Moodily,
Boy peered into the distance in the hope of seeing anything of
interest. However, although Boy could not see anything which
interested him, another pair of eyes, not far from him, certainly
could!!
In
the branches above boy, a mischievous young chimp was also looking at
something it found interesting, which was Boy's small leather
loincloth. The little primate was a highly intelligent creature and
had been listening the last time Tarzan had lectured Boy, and
recalled exactly what the older man had threatened to to to the
careless blond youth if he lost yet another loincloth.
“That
is the forth loincloth Boy have lost in a month!” the angry Jungle
man had boomed “if Boy lose another one, Boy get a spanking him not
ever forget!!”
As
with many of the jungle animals, Boy had not endeared himself to the
young chimp, as he had frequently shouted, thrown stones and been
generally obnoxious to the the little animal. As such, there was
little the little creature enjoyed more than watching his tormentor
receiving a good hard spanking from the muscular lord of the jungle.
Moving
stealthily, the little monkey crept through the branches towards Boy,
who was still staring intently towards the river. Then, with one
swift motion, while dangling from a branch it reached out, grabbed
hold of Boy's loincloth and tugged.
Before
Boy could react, the little chimp had snatched the loincloth, leaving
him stark naked, and was scrambling quickly up through the branched,
clutching it's prize and squawking gleefully.
“Give
that back you little ...” snarled Boy swinging round and seeing the
monkey quickly ascending trough the branches, occasionally looking
back and seemingly waving the loincloth at him, as if taunting him.
Boy
also remembered Tarzan's words, and was desperate not to receive
another spanking from his mighty guardians leather like hands. He
began climbing up the tree after the chimp, determined to retrieve
his clothing.
Unlucky
for Boy, he was many pounds heavier than the tiny animal, meanwhile
the higher he climbed up the tree the thinner were the branches.
While frantically attempting to catch the fleeing primate, he
carelessly put too much of his weight on a thin and very fragile
branch, which snapped beneath his feet.
Temporarily unbalanced he
lost his grip of another branch, and suddenly found himself hurtling
through the air. Unable to fly, there was only one way that gravity
was going to take him, and that was down.
As
he tumbled through the air towards what seemed like certain death on
the hard ground below, he fell through a cluster of thin whippy
branches, which effectively whipped and caned his bare bottom as he
crashed through them, yelling in pain “OWW! … OUCH! ….OOOOW!”
as he did so.
Despite
this further misfortune, there was some good luck, as the pursuit of
the thieving monkey had take him to branches which were overhanging
the river.
So, instead of hitting the hard ground, and suffering
fatal injuries, his fall was broken by the water, into which he
landed with a winding, but thankfully not bone shattering, SPLASH.
The
fact that river was deep at this point, combined with the fact that
boy entered it at some considerable speed, sending him plummeting
into the depths below. Luckily, Boy was an excellent swimmer,
however, he knew this stretch of the river was especially dangerous,
and as his eyes became accustomed to the murky depth, he was
immediately reminded why, by an ominous shape looming out of the
distance. Old Snapper, the crocodile who ruled this part of the
river, had long eyed the succulent Boy as a potential tasty meal and
was swimming straight towards him.
Poor
Boy, while distracted by the hungry prehistoric monster speeding
through the water towards him, he failed to notice a, much smaller,
but still unwelcome creature right behind him.
The
electric eel was a temperamental little brute at the best of times,
however, Boy's sudden kicking and struggling appearance in his
domain, had interrupted is pursuit of an particularly appealing mate,
and as a result, was now especially irritable.
Hence
the angry electric eel did what angry electric eels are prone to do,
it let loose a powerful blast of electricity, aimed at the nearest
target, which in this case happened to be Boy's bare white bottom.
The
angry eel's fearsome tail landed squarely in the centre of boy's
behind sending a surge of white hot electric current through his
cheeks.
Boy's
yell of pain was silenced by the water, but the stream of bubbles
which came shooting out of his mouth told their own story. Boy's fit
young body then responded with the speed of a torpedo, a combination
of the natural sense of self preservation inspired by the approaching
man eater, together with the searing fire in his bottom, inflicted by
the grumpy electric eel, provided the impetus to shoot him into
action, as he sped upwards towards the river surface, and out into
the fresh air.
Leaping
with the agility of a young frog, he launched himself out of the
water.
Moments
later, the jungle inhabitants were presented with the somewhat
comical image of a stark naked Boy clinging to an overhanging branch
with his twig whipped and eel stung bare bottom hovering inches above
the old crocodile's snapping jaws.
Luckily
Boy was nothing if not agile, while still keeping out of range of the
hungry Old Snapper he clambered down the branch until he was close
enough to the river bank to hurl himself bodily towards it. Landing,
teetering precariously on he edge, he was, at last back on dry ground
and out of danger.
At
least he was out of danger from the crocodile, however, Old Snapper
was not the only jungle beast to present a threat to our handsome
young hero. A loud and angry snorting sound caused Boy to spin round,
only to see an angry long horned buffalo, which had just come to the
river for a drink, looking at him with angry, with it's massive head
lowered in a threatening manner.
The
buffalo, a naturally aggressive and dangerous creature had been
especially angered by the sight of Boy, who he recognized as the
irritating brat who had previously driven it wild by firing pebbles
at it, with a sling shot from the safety of being high in the trees.
Boy
was not in the trees now, he was on the ground and very vulnerable,
and the buffalo now saw his opportunity to gets its revenge on a
long time tormentor.
Realising
the danger he was in Boy turned and ran towards the jungle, where he
could find safety back in the trees, but to his horror the thundering
sound of hoof beats behind him reminded him how fast an angry buffalo
could move.
Before
Boy reached the jungle's edge, the angry buffalo was upon him, it's
huge, hard and bony forehead slamming into his already punished
bottom with such force that it threw Boy off his feet, sending him
flying through the air towards the trees and straight into a hole in
the trunk of a large wild fig tree.
Initially
dazed, it took Boy a few seconds to realise what had happened and
that the upper part of his body was wedged into a small hollow in the
tree trunk, with his bottom half and legs hanging on the outside.
The hole in the trunk, which formed the entrance to the hollow in
which Boy had been forcibly inserted was very narrow, so although the
power of the buffalo's head butt had been sufficient to force him
through the hole, he was now stuck and unable to squeeze back out.
He
struggled and kicked, but to no avail, he was firmly trapped. Even
Boy was bright enough to know he was in a serious predicament.
Although through sheer luck, there were no nasty jungle creatures
currently inhabiting the tree hollow, there were a large number of
much larger and much more ferocious creatures on the outside, for
which his exposed and vulnerable bottom and legs, would offer a
tempting snack.
With
mounting fear he strained to hear any noise in the surrounding jungle
which might signal the approach of some hungry beast.
After
what seemed like hours, but in reality was no more than 15 minutes,
he did hear approaching footsteps, his young body tensed as he
awaited any sound which would identify what fearsome creature was
bearing down on him. It was with great relief, albeit tinged with
trepidation that he recognized the voice which then boomed around the
jungle.
It
was the unfortunate Boy's guardian Tarzan, whom the mischievous
little monkey had deliberately led back to Boy.
“BOY!
What you doing?” Tarzan immediately recognized Boy's very familiar
bare bottom “And where your loincloth?!!”
Boy
attempted to respond and explain that the loincloth had been stolen
by a chimpanzee, but the thick trunk of the tree muffled his voice,
so that Tarzan only heard an inaudible gurgle. This only only served
to anger him more
“Boy
was warned what happen if he lose loincloth again!” roared Tarzan
“Boy Not Listen …...... Boy listen now!!”
Tarzan
would free Boy later, but first he would take full advantage of his
ward's exposed position, with his tempting bare bottom in such a
conveniently raised position, presenting the perfect target.
Tarzan
had brought his newly whittled paddle with him, suspecting it would
come in useful, and he intended to make use of it.
The
little chimp shrieked with glee as the familiar sound of Tarzan's
paddle whacking away at Boy's bare behind echoed through the jungle
canopy. Throughout the deep jungle and surrounding savannah, the
animals stopped to listen to the satisfying sound.
Boy
was getting what he always deserved, everything was back to normal,
and for a short while, life was good!
