In the heart of the forest, a lone writer sat with his notebook and pen, his eyes drooping with boredom. "Finally wrote something that'll keep my cute little readers entertained for a while..." he muttered, stifling a yawn.
Suddenly, he couldn't resist the pull of a quick nap. He flopped down on the ground, completely naked, like a beached whale.
Two hours later...
Two native tribesmen stumbled upon the writer, their eyes widening in disbelief.
"Hajdiejdjsksnnsnsmn!?[What in the world is this naked man doing in the forest?]" one of them exclaimed in his native language.
The other man shrugged, "Jdnxueb. [Maybe he's having a midlife crisis and decided to run away to live with the animals]"
As they approached the writer, they couldn't help but snicker at the absurdity of the situation. "Well, hot damn!" one of the tribesmen cackled, "Looks like we've got ourselves a real-life Tarzan, swinging from the trees butt-naked!"
