ok everybody here is the next part of the story....
Satamire hopped thorugh the jungle occasionaly jumping at small sounds. I dont like the place he thought to himself I dont like it a all. The forest was pitch black and seemed as silent as death itself save for the occasional chirp from a sleeping bird or the snap of a twig. The trees were tall with leaves a variety of pastel washed colours, such as green or purple. As Satamire countinued to hop further into the jungle the undergrowth grew thick and thicker and the trees grew closer together. Suddenly there was a great rushing sound, Satamire gave a scream of terror and then...
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