The Adventures of Atticus King

The jungle is alive. The air is echoing with the cheerful songs from the birds. You see monkey’s swing from branch to branch between the dense trees. This isn’t so bad. All of the sudden everything stops. The birds have stopped singing, and the monkeys have stopped swinging. It’s just dead silence. You and Edwin exchange glances. Something’s wrong. You draw your revolver in case you need to use it. Suddenly a huge black Puma springs out of a low branch right in front of you.