John opened his eyes, holding his hand out in front of them to shield his eyes. He sat up, brushing dirt off himself. But when he looked around, he had no idea where he was. He sat in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by thick vegetation and towering trees, snake-like vines dangling off them. He didn’t understand how he could’ve gone from the streets of Philadelphia to some random jungle in an instant. John stood up, more dirt falling off his body. As John looked around in an attempt to get his bearings, he heard a twig snap in a bush to his right. John whipped his head in the direction of the noise, his mind racing.
‘What is that,’ he thought. ‘Could it be some leopard or crocodile.’ Suddenly, John saw a light blue and white blur tumble out of the undergrowth. John jumped back slightly, before realizing what was in front of him. Before John sat a plump, dumb-looking bird.
“Oh,” John said, breathing a sigh of relief. “It’s just a fat bird.” Just than, a scaly animal with a few feathers around it’s body pounced out of the bushes and landed right on the bird.