WestAllen short stories #2

The Jungle

Barry and Iris lived in an island jungle where it was remorse and isolated. They were going on vacation when their plane crashed on the island. Ever since then, they've been stranded and living on an island jungle. They had made a tree house shelter with tree logs, bamboo, vines and giant leaves.

They've been living there for a year, and have made some animal friends. Bonzo, here boy. Iris called just before a small Capuchin monkey appeared. How you doing boy? Iris bent down to pet the monkey and give it a banana. As she watched it eat, she heard a familiar sound.

It was her and Barry's elephant, Ellie. She spotted them walking towards the shelter. And As usual, Barry was riding on her. Hey Iris. We're back. He greeted. I found some more food. Just a couple of coconuts and fruit. But I did manage to find a boar. He said as the elephant wrapped its trunk around him, and lifted him off its back.

I guess I'll get a fire going to cook the boar. Iris said. Barry felt something rub against his leg. He looked down to see his pet jaguar purring. Hey Cooper, hey boy. Barry smiled as he pet the jaguar. Barry and Iris were taking a walk when they came across a jaguar cub. The mother was no where to be seen, so they decided to take it in and keep it.

When they first started living in the jungle, they didn't like it. But as time went by, they got used to it.
It's not like civilization, but it will have to do for now. Until they get rescued.