My Life as Crocodile Junk Food by Bill Myers

Author:Bill Myers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Party On

The first thing I noticed in the hut was the smoke. It was awful—worse than stepping into the teacher’s lounge back at my school. Well, maybe not that bad, but close. Don’t get me wrong, it was kinda cozy seeing a nice fire in the middle of the men’s living area, but they seemed to be missing a couple of things . . . like a fireplace and a chimney! I guess they figured the hole at the top of the roof would do the trick. And it did . . . kind of.

Next I noticed there wasn’t much furniture. I didn’t expect to see a lot of big-screen TVs and dinette sets, but a few sofas, or beds, or even a chair would have been nice. There was nothing. Just lots of cotton hammocks strung every which way between the tall supporting posts.

Jamie was already talking with the shaman and his head guys. I figured he was trying to convince them to hold off eating us till dessert, or maybe even breakfast.

“They’re trying to protect us,” Jamie said as he finally turned to me to explain.

“Protect us?” I asked.

“Yeah, ’cause we’re foreigners, they think George’s dead sister is going to hurt us. That’s why they dragged us into the hut. They don’t want to hurt us; they want to protect us.”

I glanced over at George and the men. They tried to look brave, but you could see they were kinda scared. It made me feel good knowing they were willing to risk their lives to protect ours— even if there wasn’t anything to protect us from.

Or was there?

“Jamie,” I said, kind of confused, “there are no such things as ghosts, right?”

“All I know is that when we die, we either go to heaven or hell. Nobody’s spirit hangs around here. But I also know that the Bible talks about demons, too. And all of the tribes are, like, totally afraid of them.” Jamie shrugged.

“But they can’t hurt us, right?” It was sort of a statement and sort of a question.

Jamie nodded. “Since we are Christians we can ask Jesus to protect us, but these guys don’t know about Jesus.”

“No wonder they’re scared,” I said.

“More like petrified,” Jamie agreed. “They’re totally controlled by their fear. It’s pretty sad.”

Jamie was right. As I looked at the faces of the men, it was sad. But it was only the beginning . . .

A couple of hours later we were in the middle of a big circle enjoying a feast (that is, if you call dried fish on a leaf a “feast”). But it was the best they had, and you could tell they were really proud about giving it to us.

Jamie sat on the ground to my left. For a while George and his monkey sat on the other side. We were becoming pretty good buddies— even his monkey was getting friendly. It was a little weird the first time he hopped over to my shoulder, but it was also pretty cool.

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