Jerrystree Stories

I have always lived in the jungle. At first, I hated it. I was always getting lost, running into mobs, and constantly got attacked by bugs. I never thought that I would like it. But eventually, I started to warm up to it. I learned every nook and cranny of the jungle, and lit up as much as I could of it. As time passed, even the mosquitoes became tolerable. I began to love the jungle and everything that lived in it. The jungle wasn't just where I lived anymore. It wasn't just a home. It was a part of me. Then, one day, it was all taken away from me.