Michaelishious - Vol. 2020

Dec. 12th: Tarzan

"Argh..."

No response.

"Argh!"

Still no response.

"I said 'argh'!"

"What?"

"I'm nauseous."

"And you expect something else after devouring twenty three bananas?"

Michael pouted.

"It was twenty three and a half," he muttered, but only got an eye roll in return.

"I don't feel the slightest sorry for you. You did the exact same thing last week."

"Yeah, but that was because of the eating competition with Bubbles."

"And who won?"

Michael just mumbled sourly.

"Didn't hear you."

"He did!"

"And why did you do the same thing today?"

"So I can win next time, duh."

Jane was busy knitting a basket out of palm leaves that she split into smaller pieces, and was close to finishing.

"When are you going to learn?"

"When I win. I wanna be the king of the jungle. You know, the one who swings..."

"...from tree to tree and are admired by all the animals in a radius of miles and miles. Yeah, I've heard it all before."

"But..."

"Be happy that Bubbles loves you."

"Hey! What about Gypsy, Madonna and Muscles?"

"Okay. Them too. Did Muscles eat Ben yet?"

"Jesus, Jane! Don't say that! He could hear you."

Jane handed over the brand new basket and patted Michael's shoulder.

"Whatever. Go make yourself useful, and fill this with berries and mushrooms."

He groaned and rubbed his stomach, hoping that she would show some sympathy for him. But she was ruthless.

"And don't drop the basket this time. I don't want to eat dirty blueberries again."

Michael pouted and got up from the floor. Then he stared at the ground several meters underneath their bamboo hut.

"It's harder than it looks, you know."

"Not if you walk on two feet. It's just to climb down the ladder like normal people, and start searching."

"But that's no fun. Besides, I have gotten better lately."

Jane crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.

"Yeah? Prove it then."

Michael lifted his head and prepared for a flight through the air, just like a majestic eagle. Then he grabbed a liana and the basket, and jumped.

"HEEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" he shouted, which was his trademark howl, instead of the traditional 'AIAIAAAAH'. But then the liana snapped and made him fall to the ground with a thump.

"Ow...!"

"Again?" Jane yelled from their hut, and Michael hurried to get up and pretended like normal.

"No-no. It was supposed to be like that. It's a new move, which I'm working on to make it perfect. See? Your basket is fine."

"Good. You were lucky this time."