To Greener Pastures

“Where can we go?!” asked Jumanji, unable to tell where they ran from, and where they were running.

Minutes later, Jumanji and Gonzo slowed down after realizing that the only thing chasing them was the pitch blank night.

Gonzo proposed they consume a coconut and check direction. With the compass, Jumanji made note of the sky; a hint of blue could be seen, and it was concluded they would have to cross the swamp.

The swamp had a thick tangled canopy above and heavy moss below. Jumanji crafted a kayak from some vary large leaves for both Gonzo and himself. They used ordinary branches as paddles and sailed across the swamp.

Initially, Jumanji was sailing considerably slower than Gonzo. His ability to record sketches of the various sights that shifted before him took the best of him.

It was almost dawn. As Gonzo and Jumanji cautiously sailed in the vast swamp, they made an observation: a sublime beauty existed in even the remotest, most mangled, tangled vine that existed in the swamp.

While sailing through the swamp, Gonzo noted that although kayaks Jumanji crafted were well made, the thick green swamp water was starting to damage their little sails. Time was running out; as scenic as the swamp was, they had to go through it quickly.

After avoiding the green snakes and yellow alligators, the end of the swamp neared. The sun had become visible now, Gonzo and Jumanji felt ambivalent from lack of sleep, and glad to leave the swamp via an aperture.

Gonzo and Jumanji’s eyes welcomed the bright photons that reflected from the gradation of dark swamp green to bright solar light.