| The sun rises over the jungle and brings the heat to burn off
the morning mist.
Every morning The Dragon awoke to a new sound. One morning was welcomed by the crowing of a nearby rooster, another the screams of a small child being strangled (which later was learned to have actually have been one of the many sounds of a local bird). One morning it was the call of the Howlers. Each sunrise brought a new sound and a new adventure in the forest. |
Story and Photo copyrighted by Chris Moeller August 1996 |
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