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The next morning, Ian awoke to the sound of scratching. He cracked open his eyes and settled them on the screened window where Manni peered back at him.
It had been a long night, one filled with sounds that normally comforted him but now kept his heart racing. Within the wildlife songs came rustling and movement. He had never noticed it before. It kept him awake, thinking that rebels were moving right outside his hut, coming for him. And while he didn’t think it was true, it kept his senses on alert. It wasn’t until the night sky had lightened several shades that Ian had finally fallen asleep.
With a yawn, he sat up and unlatched the screen, allowing Manni to scurry in.
“Why are you here?” Ian asked the pesky monkey. “I have no food. Jala isn’t here and Gerard took the pineapple, whi
