The beautiful enchanting rainforest

Sorry Contra that messed up your story. I didn't know that it was a
New England like story. Will you except my apology?


Here is my story for you guys to help me out with. This one takes
it's location in Central America in a rain forest called "Beautiful enchanting
evening."


I was walking in this beautiful enchanting forest when I found an old
abandoned city full of mystery. The place was deserted but not
forgotten. There were tall structures that refused to be hidden in the
forest while the smaller ones were covered in plants, small trees, and
other vegetation. I went back to one of the villages to get a crew of
five together to help me dig all of this out and reveal what's under all
the silt and deb re.

Meanwhile, in the village the natives were showing me what their
ancestors used to be like and what they did. I was in awe.
judy tooley

The natives showed me the weopons they use to use and also their primitive cooking utensils.

This made me all the more determined to dig deep, and see what I could find. I knew that there was a lot of history to uncover, and I was very excited to think that things that had been burried for many years might come to light.

But first we had to clear the site.


Margaret

While on my way back to the village, I encountered a native tribe the
chief had a spear in his hand and also the others. I thought to myself
I had better show them that I meant no harm. On the way to the camp
site where the natives lived, they had me tied up on a stick carrying me
to it and the chief carried my bag full of equipment. During the visit
the chief opened my bag and rummaged through it. He took my compass
and tried to bite it like a cookie and then he found my gun. He took the
pistol raised it up to the sky and fired. There was such a commotion
that everything got wild. I reached for my gun and could only find
my flute. The chief had his spear raised up to my throat as I put the
flute to my lips to play it.
judy tooley

The chief moved his spear, I began to play the flute. The natives all stood around listening, "Ah," said the chief, "you are a musician, why didn't you tell us."

The chief threw his spear to the ground, and motioned to two natives to untie me.

"Come," he said, "let's eat." "And tomorrow my men will help you dig."


Margaret

Another native went and got his tom tom and joined in playing the drum.
judy tooley

When I went to bed in a hut, I was very tired, it had been a long day.

But, I was looking forward to tomorrow, when we could start digging. Hopefully to find some wonderful treasures.

But as luck would have it, the next day saw the start of the rainy season.


Margaret

Luck would have it that we were having a bit of a drought and it was
dry for a while so I could do some investigation. One of the natives
came back with a fish caught in the ocean which really looked unusual
for breakfast with Cacao juice from a pod and then made chocolate
with the rest and juice from fresh coffee beans not roasted which
tasted like a green tea.
judy tooley

In all it´s beauty nature is also about life and death among thousands of peaceful Pelicans against one single monkey on this link:

http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?mkt=da-dk&vid=ccd9fc21-7fb9-4269-84a1-c67d48a6e04e

Intet, your video was located in africa. My story takes place in southern
Mexico.

The rest of the story: After I drank the cacao juice from the berries
and drank the green coffee. I was kinda hyper for the rest of the
day. Soon my searching payed off after I slipped on a loose rock and
fell. I looked up and behold the most beautiful structure I ever saw
with trees and small plants growing. This place hasn't been lived at
since before Columbus. So I took a picture of it before we begin to
dig and clean it up and look for some more.


This is what we found.
judy tooley

YouTube - Pac Chen mayan music
This should give you an idea of what my story is about. I finally figured
out how to upload a video. The only way it works for me is to bookmark
something in a video. My computer must be set up different.

So the natives danced and gave me quite a show and I recorded
the drums and chanting.
judy tooley

They wore small seashells around their ankles which gave a sound when
they danced beautifully sort of like a ballet and clapped their hands.:banana::clap:
judy tooley

That is so true. Now the rest of the story:

As they danced to the drums they sang,"Koon youl ale konny cos walk
walkie nus ballom yon hoom. Ahometa cool yashe youm does hum."
a Mayan chant. Which the song was very beautiful and I listened
while I was offered a bread nut fruit and a papaya sliced in half with
tortilla chips.
judy tooley

One of the natives picked up a Mexican redleg spider and handed it to
me and what a beautiful creature for a spider. Normally I'm scared of
spiders but I couldn't resist not wanting to pet it.
judy tooley

Just as I was ready to pet the spider it jumped out of my hand and
ran off. I guess the little creature was afraid of me or saw something
to hunt down and eat.
judy tooley

I wondered where the spider was going, but I was more concerned with what I was going to find when the digging began.

It was a wet but very humid night, and sleep did not come easily to me. But at last it was morning, and I joined the natives for breakfast.

It wasn't long until one of the guys Choc Mool came with a truck load
of equipment to start the excavation and investigation. "Senior Liggett!
Are you ready to go?" "Ready as I will ever be Choc. Come on guys I
will need a crew to help." When I got there one of the men got out a
bulldozer. I had to stop him. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Stop! You can't
use a bulldozer! There will be some pottery that is very delicate! We will
use the other tools to dig with." One of the guys said in spanish,"Oh shucks!
This will take forever!
judy tooley

Some of the men were hoping for a quick result, but I explained to them that to find real treasure it would take a long time. The bulldozer could break any pottery we found. So eveyone began searching, using trowels and hands.

Suddenly a shout came up, everbody looked around and saw a native holding something in his hand. He had a big grin on his face.

He had a detonator in his hand.

... and he blew up the Mayans, shouting, "Allah hu akhbar."

Stephen

Sorry, Judy. I just couldn't resist. Warped and twisted mind, mine.

Stephen