In The Jungle

Me, my family, and many other people were on a plane ride to Madagascar. We were just crossing over Africa. Then all of a sudden something was wrong with the engines. The plane was going down. Everyone was seaming and panicking. We were right on top of Africa, so we crashed in Africa. Everybody was very upset. Thankfully the pilots said they were engineers and mechanics. The second the pilots said that everyone was thrilled. turns out that the damage was nearly impossible to fix. They said that would take them a while to fix it. So we had to spend a day in the jungle. It was hard to do that. We weren't prepared to spend a night in the woods. We were all very scared. We all heard very strange noises. No one felt safe at all. Everyone felt like they wouldn't be able to still be alive by the time the engine would be fixed. But thank fully they had me. I was skilled in the art of survival. I was able to survive anything. Many things thrown to me. I had to help the people survive. Tigers, cheetah's, leopards, pumas, bears, and poisonous snakes. Even alone I could have taken all of them. It was hard being the only guy that could help people survive. By morning of every day we were in the jungle, I would have scratches and blood all over me. I would be wrapped in a lot of animal pelts. By the time the engine of the plane was fixed, I had enough pelts to make me house look like an animal. When we were all about to go on the plane a Bearilla (a combination of a bear and a gorilla) was about to attack us. But thankfully I and all those pelts, so the Bearilla can away more frightened than a cat is when it faces a dog. We all returned to our homes with a great story to tell.