The jungle and the kid

One warm summer day I was in the school library with the rest of my class choosing a book to read, when I noticed a book that was about to fall from the shelf. It was called ‘Jungle Adventures’. I sat down in a corner and started to read when something strange happened. I was getting sucked into the book. I screamed and tried to get out but the book wouldn’t let me go and before I knew it I was in a jungle full of monkeys. A huge monkey stopped me. “Jason” he said, “The snakes have taken over the Monkey Museum and are holding the magic pot that gives the power to rule over our land. We need your help because only a human can stop them.” Then the big monkey handed me a silver teapot. “You can use this if you get caught. Pour two drops of magical tea and you will be free”. I wrapped the teapot carefully in my jumper and started my journey to the Monkey Museum. The Monkey Museum was made of rock and on the walls were carvings of monkeys and weird hieroglyphics. Inside the big cold museum were paintings, pots and lots of interesting artefacts. Suddenly I heard snakes hissing loudly and slithering through the darkness I saw the big snake talking with lots of little snakes. Soon they all disappeared into the darkness and there was nothing but darkness in the hallways. Suddenly a light turned on and the snakes appeared again. This time the gigantic snake saw me with his evil red eyes and I ran for the door. I pushed it open and quickly entered another room. It wasn’t cold any more but it was muggy, I started to sweat. I looked around and there in the middle of the floor was a golden pot with a monkey etched on it. Excitedly I grabbed the pot and ran down the stairs. I was not quick enough because the snakes were right there. The snake wrapped tightly around me choking me till my face turned blue. Then, wrapping his tail around my feet he slithered across the floor not caring about my cuts and bruises. Finally he sat me down on an uncomfortable metal chair from which I could not get up. Shortly after the snakes left due to some noise, and I was left alone in the muggy room stuck to a chair with the golden pot. Suddenly I remembered about the teapot. I unwrapped it from my jumper and poured two drops to the ground and “boom!” I was on my feet and out of the museum with the pot. I ran to the monkey and handed him the pot. He gave me a medal and sent me back to the school library. There I was with the book in my hand. I jumped up and placed the book on the shelf and walked outside to play with my friends for the last ten minutes of lunch.