Yes, the monkey said "Meep". Let that be a lesson to you my poor disturbed readers.

And now without further ado (because I am all out of ado's right now), it is onward into the dark (but not too dark) dangerous world of... the world. Follow me dear reader, just not too close OK, I don't want to catch anything dodgy. Follow me forward and slightly to the left. Follow me around this corner and... look I said not too close didn't I? Do that again and there's going to be trouble... Anyway, round this corner and through this gateway into... into... another piece of Jungle.

It is a little greener here than the piece of Jungle we delved into last time curious reader. Not too green, just the right amount of green to make it feel... Jungley. Listen carefully and we can hear the distant sound of a monkey saying meep for a second time. Listen yet more carefully and you can hear the sound of a monkey that has recently meeped twice being struck by a mystical bolt of lightning for disturbing a great monkey God. Let us not linger for too long lest we suffer the same fate. And no Meeping at the back there.

Here in this different piece of Jungle we see a mighty waterfall. Yes, it is strange how we couldn't hear it just now when we could clearly hear the meep in the distance. Do not concern yourself with such discrepancies (or the writer who's struggling to keep up with this nonsense). See there at the base of the waterfall is a small pool in the centre of which sits, or maybe crouches, a tiny island. An island so small it is little more than a... small island. A small island of such size that it could easily be mistaken for a tiny piece of land surrounded by water. Yes, it's quite small isn't it. In the centre of this unique and well hidden island is a solitary flower. A small flower. A flower so small that it could be seen as a flower that is not as big as others. A flower that is unique. This flower is the last of it's kind. The only remaining remnant of it's species. A unique plant. The most poisonous flower unknown to man.

There, nearby is a bear. Huge and powerful. A great bear. Well, OK, it's not that great but it'll have to do at short notice. Yes I forgot to mention the short notice on the small island, it says something about picking up litter. Here comes the not too bad bear. Fishing in the pool. It reaches the island and sees the beautiful flower lit by a glorious beam of light (the flower, not the bear). The bear approaches cautiously and gives the plant a hesitant sniff (it's like a normal sniff but a bit more cautious). Moments later the bear rears up in pain, roars, coughs, roars again overplaying his role outrageously, and collapses in a huge furry heap. Yes, I also forgot to mention the huge furry heap that was on the small island, but now you know it's there and the bear landed in it. I also didn't mention the fact that the flower grew out of the huge furry heap. At least, it did until the bear landed on it.

The moral of this tale is simple, you have wasted several valuable minutes reading this rubbish when you could have been doing something far more useful with your time.

From the distance comes the sound of a slightly charred meep.

Hey, I said not too close...weirdo