A/N: To dragonserpent18, yes, Willy has certainly had an interesting life, but it only continues to be, as you will see in this chapter. To mattTheWriter072, Willy definitely lucky that he hasn't died yet. And I do mean lucky because he's the least experienced in survival out of everyone. To Linkwonka88, don't worry, I'm not one of those people who quit a story after a few chapters. Once I start something, I'm determined to finish it. I'm glad you're liking the story, though. To aku, I'm guessing you mean A Trip to 1971, in which case, as you've probably seen, I recently updated that story. To Hakuruu, thank you, I hope you enjoy this chapter. And that goes for everyone, too.

Log 8

As I cautiously ventured deeper into the jungle, I suddenly remembered my purpose for going on this expedition in the first place: to find exotic, new flavors for my candy. Following this, I started sampling some things that I came across. For example, there were these bright blue flowers hanging down from this tree. They looked beautiful, but they didn't taste nearly as nice. There was also some strange fungus, but I took one whiff, and I dared not even try it.

After that, I started to hear a loud buzzing sound coming from behind me. I turned around and saw a scarily big insect flying above me, about a foot long. It also had a dangerously large stinger, so I made sure I got out of there as fast as I could. Unfortunately, unlike fog or carnivorous plants, large bugs are not as easy to run away from. Finally, as it dived towards me, I decided to just slice it in half with my machete! I was quite surprised with my skillful kill. I then licked its purple blood off from my machete, but I didn't think that was very well suited for candy either. Reflecting on it now, though, I guess it wasn't a very wise decision to go around sampling things willy-nilly after knowing quite well how dangerous this place can be. I'm super lucky none of those things I tried were poisonous.

Then, we come to my most amazing discovery thus far. As I cleared through the bushes, I stumbled into a strange village with little spherical treehouses all around connected by bridges. Walking around in these canopies were strange, little people—only about thirty inches high. Not only that, but they all look exactly the same, as if they're all clones of each other. It's the most bizarre thing. They all have a dark complexion, black hair, brown eyes, and exactly the same face. All of them wear grass skirts and headdresses made of grass and feathers. They didn't seem to notice me at first, but when they did, I saw them stop in their tracks and whisper to one another.

They eventually all managed to climb down from their treetop village to come greet me in a most wonderful way: bowing down before me. I was quite humbled by this gesture, so I tried telling them that they needn't worship me, but it was immediately evident that they didn't speak English. I attempted to shake hands with one of them, but he cowered away from me, most likely intimidated in my presence, so I crouched down on my knees to get to their level. This seemed to instill the idea that I'm not as mighty as I appear, which I furthered by talking in a soothing, quiet voice.

Eventually, they realized that I'm not a superior being, and they were a bit more comfortable with me, so they lead me up to their treehouses—specifically, where the chief resided. I must admit, I was quite honored that they thought me worthy of meeting the chief so soon. The chief had a very stoic presence, but he was really quite friendly.

He took a stone bowl full of strange caterpillars and started smashing them. He then offered me the bowl of green caterpillar blood and caterpillar guts. Obviously, this did not look appetizing in the slightest, but not wanting to be rude, I only shook my head politely at the offer. He was quite persistent, though, as he insisted that I take the bowl. I did so, just to please him, and smelled its contents. Needless to say, it didn't smell nice. I reluctantly dipped my finger into the green blood and put some of it in my mouth. It was quite honestly the most disgusting and bitter thing I've ever tasted in my life, but I only politely offered the bowl back to him. He actually smiled, which was good since it meant he wasn't offended that I didn't eat more of it.

The chief pointed to himself saying, "Oompa-Loompa." He then pointed to other tribe members saying, "Oompa-Loompa." I think he was telling me that the people of this tribe are called Oompa-Loompas.

I then pointed to myself saying, "Willy Wonka." He called me Willy Wonka back, and I nodded to let him know that he was correct.

That night, the Oompa-Loompas set up a magnificent bonfire on the forest floor and performed wonderful song and dance. I believe they did all that just to impress me, as they were constantly looking to see if I was enjoying it, which I was. They did use some instruments—mainly drums and rattles—but they mostly sang as their source of music. I must say, they are quite wonderful singers.

I'm so delighted that I came across these wonderful people. They're the first things I've come across on this island that don't want to kill me. They even made me my own treehouse for me to sleep in and protect me from the fierce creatures of the jungle. I love these people. I feel like I have a connection to them for some reason, even though I've just met them. I'm so excited just thinking that I'll be able to get a decent night's sleep for once. Although it looks like I'm going to have to get used to those caterpillars, because that seems to be the only thing to eat around here. I'm also excited to see what we'll be doing tomorrow and to continue to learn about these wonderful people's culture. Until then, Willy Wonka.

Log 9

I woke up around noon today, which was kind of surprising. I guess I had a lot of sleep to recover after these last few days. I looked around to see where the Oompa-Loompas were, but a lot of them weren't at the village. It was quite weird, but I eventually found some Oompa-Loompas inside their treehouses. It appears that all of the Oompa-Loompas that stayed behind were the females, since they had slightly larger breasts and wider hips than the others, and they were all taking care of their children in their homes. (Keep in mind, though, that the females still have the exact same faces as the males, despite the minor differences in body shape. Neither gender has facial hair.)

Some of the women went down to the forest floor carrying jugs (which they call "mub-mubs"), and I decided to follow them to wherever they planned on going. It turns out that that place was the bank of a river to refill their water supply.

They were just peacefully filling up their jugs with river water when one of them unfortunately leaned too far out into the river and fell in. I tried reaching out for her, but the current from the river was way too strong. There were some vines up ahead that were dangling down into the water, so the other Oompa-Loompas told her to grab onto one of them. She did so, and everything seemed to be alright, but then the vine rose up from the water, and it turned out that it wasn't a vine at all—it was a snake! A large, long, green python. It wrapped its lengthy body around her, constricting and choking her until she was no longer breathing, and it ate her whole. The other women started crying, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't start crying as well.

After that tragedy had occurred, the Oompa-Loompas quickly recuperated and continued their normal chores. They returned to the village and told the other women what had happened. There was some more crying, but the other women eventually got their jugs and went to fill them up with water themselves. I was quite amazed that even after something like that happens, the Oompa-Loompas never slow down in productivity.

Later in the day, all the men Oompa-Loompas returned to the village carrying baskets full of the same green-and-yellow-striped and red-and-white-striped caterpillars I had eaten yesterday. That seems to be their main source of food.

The tragic news eventually spread to the men as well, so later that night, a ceremony was held in the deceased Oompa-Loompa's honor. A bonfire was made, and, even though I don't understand their language very well as of yet, from what I could tell, all the other Oompa-Loompas were sharing their fondest memories of the Oompa-Loompa who had died today. To my surprise, though, the ceremony quickly took an optimistic turn, as the Oompa-Loompas started singing and dancing joyously in this Oompa-Loompa's honor. It was quite the sight to behold.

I think these people have helped me with dealing with death. I've been having a really tough time getting over the deaths I had witnessed in my time here, but the Oompa-Loompas taught me to not dwell on the tragedy so much, but rather the good moments you had with them. True, I didn't have a lot of good moments with the men who were killed on this journey, but they've still taught me to not grieve over death so much.

After the ceremony, things started to wind down, and here we are with me snugly situated in my little treehouse, ready to get a goodnight's sleep once more. Until next time, Willy Wonka.