âI sure would like to get out of here,â I mutter, trying to twist out of the vines wrapped around my wrists, âbut my hands are tied â literally!â
I sigh and glance around the jungle. The wall of leaves surrounding me is alive with the shrieks and squawks of a thousand creatures. Thereâs no sign of any humans, although thatâs probably a good thing since the last people I saw tied me to this tree.
âI am in some serious trouble this time!â I say to myself. âIâd better think of a way to get out of here before something comes along to finish me off!â
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, the undergrowth begins to rustle. I hear the unmistakeable sound of something large slinking through the bushes.
âUh oh!â I struggle against the vines, but that just seems to make them tighter. Then I hear a low growl and I freeze.
From among the trees I spot a pair of golden eyes staring at me. As the creature emerges from the undergrowth, my mouth drops open at the sight of his black and orange striped coat. The tiger pads quietly into the clearing and crouches in front of me.
âH-hi! Iâm Leigh,â I say, my voice trembling a little. âWhatâs your name?â
The tiger opens his mouth and roars so loudly it feels like my bones are rattling. I shake my head.
âIs that your first name or your last name?â
The tiger glares at me and licks his lips. The bushes around me begin to rustle again, and I wonder if Mr Tiger has invited the rest of his family along for dinner.
But just as Iâm about to say my goodbyes, a creature pops out of the undergrowth thatis definitely no tiger. Heâs small and furry, and heâs wearing a sombrero and a drooping black moustache.
âSeñor Monkey!â I cry in delight. âYouâve come to rescue me!â
The tiger sees Señor Monkey too, but I donât think heâs as happy to see him as I am. The tiger opens his mouth wide to reveal a set of very sharp teeth and roars again.
It doesnât scare Señor Monkey, though. The little brown and white monkey screeches and leaps into the air, landing with a thump on the tigerâs back. The tiger snarls and spins around, trying to throw Señor Monkey off, but his little hands grip on tightly as he rides him like a rodeo bull.
While Señor Monkey is distracting the tiger, I bend down as far as I can and start chewing on the vines around my wrists. They taste like rotten cabbage but at least they arenât poisonous â I hope! I chew until some of the smaller tendrils snap and Irip my hands away. Freedom at last!
The tiger rears up and throws Señor Monkey from his back. He spins around and opens his jaws wide, saliva dripping from his long teeth. If I donât do something, Señor Monkey is going to end up as an appetiser on Mr Tigerâs menu!
I sprint towards Señor Monkey and pluck him off the ground by his tail. He screeches in annoyance, but Iâm sure it hurts a lot less than a tiger bite. He clambers up onto my shoulder as I race into the jungle and we make our getaway.
âThanks for inviting us to dinner, Mr Tiger,â I yell over my shoulder. âSorry we couldnât stay for dessert!â
I burst through the thick trees and suddenly Iâm no longer in a green jungle but standing in the middle of a film studio.
âAaaand CUT!â
âGood job, Leigh,â says Ben Beaumont, the filmâs director. He pushes aside one of the fake trees to join me on the set. âThat was the last scene of Señor Monkeyâs Shenanigans , so that means youâre done filming for the day.â
âUgh, what a relief!â says Señor Monkey, who normally goes by the name of Chu. He pulls off his drooping moustache. âDo I really have to wear this? Itâs so itchy!â
Ben frowns. I know to him it sounds like Chu is just making screeching monkey sounds, but