The Adventures of Atticus King
“Come on Quick!” You say. You both sprint through the jungle. You don’t go very far. You stop at the top of a ridge. You don’t see anything. That did nothing, except leave you out of breath. You sit down on a boulder. Suddenly you hear voices from a ravine just below the ridge.
“Down there look!” Edwin points at a group of about ten men walking in single file. They’re heavily armed.
“These must be the Russians who shot him down! Just listen to how they talk.” Edwin says. You listen. Their clearly not speaking Spanish. Hatred is bubbling inside of you (more hatred the Taco incident), but should you over react?
“Down there look!” Edwin points at a group of about ten men walking in single file. They’re heavily armed.
“These must be the Russians who shot him down! Just listen to how they talk.” Edwin says. You listen. Their clearly not speaking Spanish. Hatred is bubbling inside of you (more hatred the Taco incident), but should you over react?