CONGO

By Mitchell Newsome

One day I was in an airplane to Africa, but I crashed on my island, Congo Island. There were silverback gorillas on my island. I was the only other survivor other then the tour guide. He knew that we would be in trouble, but he didn't tell me about the monkeys until now 2 weeks later.

In the jungle we were just walking. We got captured by jungle people and they asked us if we knew this person. It was my cousin. He went to Congo 3 months ago and he never came back. But then I saw monkeys. A lot of them. ``Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.''

"Monkeys everywhere."

All I saw was blood everywhere. Again I screamed, ''Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. MONROE!"

I grabbed a gun. Bang Bang Charley was written all over the place. A shot fired It was Monroe He had a whole basket full of guns. He handed me a flair, boy did those monkeys go. But boy did they put up a fight. After all that fighting not a Monkey was standing. There were Monkeys with no eyes, Monkeys with no fur.

When we walked out side the volcano was starting to erupt, luckily we had a hot air balloon. We blew it up and flew a way to an airport, but we had to go through a war that was going on, but they missed shooting at us. Finally we were on a plane back to Chicago. I said to myself

''I don't plan on going back to Congo for a while."

The End