It is always reminds me....

When ever I am alone with in the jungle it always reminds me of Steve, killing dragons or fighting a T-Rex sometimes even when slapping crabs off the beach you are always inside me Steve. This morning as I was strolling through the vines of the low hanging trees I started to wonder off of the path and found myself quickly sliding down a cliff when there it was sitting there on a pillow of fresh moss in all its glory. I'll describe it in as much detail as possible, It had a Long hardened wood shaft that was about two hands length to a jeweled hilt where a polished gleaming sword which appeared to have erupted from it and the sharpness of it, oh let me tell you when I lifted it the blade hummed through the air as it glided as smooth as a baby's bottom.

No back to it...I slid down the mountain side and saw it there light shinning down on it as if it was placed there by the sirens of the sea, men have fallen for their songs brought to death for heading to them. I didn't think of it at the time as its appearance was so enthralling that as soon as my feet hit a solid spot I stood up and rushed to it dashing and pushing the vines to the side when I heard and felt a clinching clanking sound on my foot just inches away from the sword. I was stuck in pain and yet still trying to reach out to retrieve the prize I had placed my eyes on.

Just then as if Steve had sensed I was in trouble I heard the mighty cluck of his war chicken and before I knew it Steve had swooped in and freed me from the bear trap style of trap I had stepped in. Quickly he bandaged my wounds as I whispered into his ears "THANK YOU STEVE!" he spurted "NP" as he rode off into the sunset. What I didn't realize at the time is that I had actually screamed it in his ear and I felt bad as his majestic response left me speechless.