The autumn air brings a familiar comfort and security; a feeling that has been severely lacking in the jungle as of late. You see in a maneuver that can only be considered as preposterous, I decided it was high time to pack up our dwelling and move the natives and myself to a whole new jungle many miles away from their familiar surroundings.
The natives greeted the change with their own variety of emotions. In one moment they were enthralled with the idea of a jungle where they could see sun in the summer and majestic snow in the winter. They were convinced also that the move would locate them closer to their highest sought out location of the North Pole, assuredly to break into the workshop and maneuver their names onto the big guy’s “good list”. (This was a cute notion until after we had arrived at our new jungle and I observed them loudly proclaiming that every overweight male with white hair was none other than Santa himself. Most were amused by this; however one man seemed to find the “bowl full of jelly” comparison to his midsection less than amusing.)
They also had moments of anger about the situation during preparations. I awoke one morning amidst packing boxes and materials to find the younger native intensely staring at me. It wasn't in that sweet way of admiring his caretaker, it was more of a plotting despise that was pasted on his face. When he saw I was awake he muttered that he was going to “take care” of me and then ran off with my spectacles. I lay there frozen wondering if that was a sweet gesture to clean my glasses or if perhaps he was plotting my demise.
The elder native dealt with the changes by appearing to be pleased with the situation but then not-so-silently criticizing everything I did, (though in hindsight that could have had nothing to do with the impending move). To try to ease the tension one evening I brought the natives to one of their favorite eateries and announced that they could eat breakfast for dinner. This offering was met with some enthusiasm. However on the ride home the older native announced that his tummy hurt. No sooner could I turn around then he was discharging his poorly chewed dinner all over the backseat. When he finished, he announced with great disgust it was my fault for improperly cutting his pancakes.
Somehow or another we did manage to make the move to our new jungle. While our new jungle is being constructed we are residing in a temporary dwelling with other dwellings above and below us. This is presenting a lovely new set of challenges. But that is a story for another day…