That night, Sergeant Penderton awoke me from his watch, saying that there was a “mighty rustlin” in the trees to the East and the characteristic low hum of the Junglist. I awoke Greeno and the Singing Boys, and ordered them to pack up our camp. The rustling grew louder, and I started to hear the most awful sound – a crunching, mangled gnashing of teeth mixed with a hollow scream and the Junglist’s Hum. All I could see of him at this point was the vague form – a huge, fast, multi-limbed monstrosity. At one point I saw a glimmer from his monstrous eye, and I was filled with a primal fear that I had not known since I was a young boy.

We hurried to pack the camp, but the Junglist had already arrived. With a roar, he leapt through the oak trees, tearing them asunder. His twin barbed tails lashed out at us, and I threw up a hasty protection spell around Sergeant Penderton and I. The Junglist picked up Sammy with three of his hands and tore him in three pieces, put the head in his mouth, chewed it up, and spat it all over Ben and Lucky, who were frozen in fear. Greeno was nowhere to be seen – for his own sake, I hope he ran off then. Ben was next to go, sliced in half by one of the beast’s vicious claws. Lucky finally turned tail and ran towards our protection spell, shrieking with fear.