“Just a minute, Lucy. Don’t jog my arm, I’m trying to take a photo!”
Perhaps I’d made a stupid mistake. Lucy was struggling with the heat, the mosquitoes, the oxygen-starved air. Holidaying where the dart landed on the map had seemed a great idea, but –
“It’s like a Maypole without the pole! Look! And here are the dancers! Aren’t they huge?”
We hadn’t seen a soul since we arrived in the remote village. Now I realised we hadn’t been looking up high enough. Tree trunks were legs, humans didn’t live here. We were in the land of friendly giants.
Let the fun begin, and our cares slip away.
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