The Ghost Advice Horse Journal

Mallory and the Peanut Stone

I hung onto the vines and swung my way over the chasm. The temple was very close. I would go down in history. No one was stopping me now.
I cautiously made my way through the jungle. Traps were everywhere. I knew that from my last mission.
"Mrs. Cooper!"I heard someone say.
I trudge on. That voice was the one that put delay on my mission last time. And tried to push me into quicksand. It was 1234. Master of the jungle cats.
I heard a snarl behind me. I turned around slowly. That was the snarl of a tiger.
I took off running. I looked down at my map. There was a river coming up. I could cut him off there. But tigers could swim. Could they?
I dove into the water. I could at least get a five second head start. I heard a splash behind me. I was in trouble.
"What do you want?"I yelled.
"Just the Peanut Stone."1234 smirked.
I got an idea."Make it a race. Once someone has the Stone in their hands, they cannot touch that person. Like you cannot make first place if you finished in last."
"3..."1234 said."2... 1... GO!"
I knew I had this under the bag. I had a map and he didn't. He took off running right. I went left. The correct way.
Soon I came upon a temple. There were vines all over the steps to get to the top. I knew exactly what was at the top.
Suddenly, I saw a familiar face climbing the steps to the top. How had 1234 gotten here?
I sprinted up the steps, skipping two at a time. I was a master at stairs. Middle school was probably 100 feet above ground level.
I finally reached the top. I reached for the Stone. 1234 reached for the stone. I grabbed it.
1234 stomped the ground in disgust."I guess you win."
I smirked."Never underestimate the Emerald."