I got ready to visit the amazing Amazon river. I had to wait for the tour guide to show up with the bus. The tour guide was pulling in with a bus that had a distinct rusting metal smell like a mechanics garage that has old cars there for ten years. The tour guide said “I will need to check everyone to help reduce risks of injuries and death from the deadly beasties.” When the tour guide said “beastie.” I felt my head heating up a little bit. My vision started to blur, and the tour guide’s voice started to fade away. My conscience faded out from the real world, and I started to remember when I was on the island about seventy years ago having a meeting. A nervous little boy with a birthmark that covers half his face steps forward and whispers
