Bomba's solitary musings were interrupted by a hideous shriek! The jungle boy sprang to his feet, siezing his trusty knife in clenched fingers and hurled himself through a tangle of vines, creepers, eggplants, and nastertiums...or is that nasturtia? His heart was pounding as he burst into a small clearing. Dopi was in the clutches of a gigantic anaconda! The serpent's glowing eyes glittered wickedly as its coils tightened around the struggling native boy!
"Release Dopi or die!" shouted Bomba.
"What'll you offer me for him?" retorted the anaconda, squeezing harder. Poor Dopi gasped desperately as the coils began crushing the breath out of his little dusky body! This was the 35th time Dopi had been siezed by an Anaconda in the last 5 days, and he was beginning to think it just wasn't worth being Bomba's sidekick any longer.
"I'll give you a chance to escape alive," offered Bomba, glaring back with flashing eyes (swoon, reader, swoon!)!
"Phooey," said the anaconda. "I was expecting at least a year's subscription to Cosmopolitan for my troubles. Well, I guess I'll juat have to eat you too, after I finish with your friend!"
"That does it!" yelled Bomba, and he hurled himself at the dreadful snake, driving his dagger between its baleful eyes! What a struggle! Snake, black boy, and white boy whirled around in a battle to the death, a tornado of flashing teeth, writhing coils, stabbing knife, and struggling limbs!
At last all was still. Too still. The snake was dead. So was Dopi.
Bomba had somehow managed to stab Dopi as well as the snake...right through the heart in fact.
"Bomba's aim is still the deadliest in the jungle," he said sadly, as he buried poor Dopi and prepared to roast the anaconda over an open fire.
It wasn't easy being a jungle boy, and sidekicks were getting SO hard to find...
There. That should do it...um...this is the Bomba the Jungle Boy story thread, right?
Oh, dear, I am so terribly sorry!
p.s. Matt, what are you up to?