Thank you for reading this story. I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and I hope that you will continue reading on. I, too, am really hoping that the Jungle Movie will someday be created.
Arnold sat at his desk struggling for words to write on his essay. He already had written a whole three pages, but on the requirements paper that Mr. Simmons handed out to the class; it said the paper must reach a total of five pages. He can only beg and plead for this vacation because of his parents in so many ways. He explained about the journal he found, and the map and everything, He didn't know what else to say. He didn't want to sound like he was rambling—
"Hey short man! How's the paper going?" Grandpa said, opening the door without knocking, with a plate of fresh cookies and milk for Arnold.
"I need another two good pages. I need this vacation. I need to finally meet my parents. I don't understand what else would convince the judges otherwise that someone else deserves this vacation more."
"Short man, I know you can do it. Me and your Grandma are totally on your side." Right on cue, Grandma came in to his room with a cheerleading uniform and pom-poms.
"Rah, rah, shish coom bah!"
"Not now Pookey, you'll spoil Arnold's dinner."
"That's ok, Grandpa. I'll just get back to writing. Thanks for the support."
