Lost in the Amazon...con't

In that moment I said farewell to all my greatness. I was perplexed. I was lost. I was doomed to die. But, although I had lost all hope for survival, I had not lost my resolve to live. Something in the wind told me to travel due east; I don't know if it was my natural ability to survive, my excellent tracking skills or the foot prints left in the muddy swamp, but whatever the origin of my idea, I followed my instinct and soon made it back to safety. As I willed my sopping, muddy, uncomfotable self to plod into the palace of the King of the Amazon, I looked up and saw a very disapointed look on his face-I think it was becasue I got his Persian rug dirty..he's a little obsessed, but don't tell him I said that. I have to admit, I was expecting him to exclaim that my gallantry was unmatched and that no other man had survived the Amazon with out a guide, but I guess I don't really need his approval. So, besides the ruin of my best orange shoes, and about a million mosquito bites I am having an enjoyable time here in the Amazon. As you can see, all's well that ends well. See you in a week, my love.

Yours truly,
The President of these United States of America

Lost in the Amazon

(hi guys, this is a short story i wrote for a literature class assignment and i rather liked it so i thought i'd post it. it's in the form of a letter. But, i think because it would make a rather long post, i'll do half today and half tomorrow. oh, and please excuse the typos. Disclamer: and the characters are completely made up.)


Dear my darling First Lady,
I wish this could be one of the many love letters I have composed in my mind as I think about your lovely face, which is the only thing that gives me solace in this forsaken land, but alas, it is not. I am writing to tell you of my eventful yesterday. As you already know, I am in the Amazon to have a meeting with the Amazon King. I was oblivious to the present danger. I, being the president of these United States of America, expected the utmost respect and the best possible treatment. But, as it turns out the people of the Amazon have a very different idea of respect and an even farther fetched idea of "the best treatment". They took me on a tour of the Amazon River. I, being the great outdoorsman that I am thought, "Hey, this could be fun, as the as President of these United States of America, it is my duty to expand my experiences for those less fortunate than I." But, a little ways into the walking tour, on which I insisted on wearing my best shoes (because of course, I am the president of these United States of America and must, at all times look my best), we took a "short cut" through a swamp! It was of course against my better judgment that the foolish tour guides brought us to this revolting place. Anyway, in the process of crossing the mosquito and alligator infested swamp I ruined my best shoes!!! Would you please buy me a new pair? They were my orange crocs, size 8. I was in a pickle. My tour was all the way across the swamp before I could extract my left shoe, which was almost completely submerged in the swamp, from the muck and mire. And I, being the excellent tracker that I am, thought that I'd just catch up with the rest of my group after I had gotten my other shoe out of the fathomless pit of sinking muck and so, I let them keep walking without telling anyone of my predicament. As soon as the last of the tour had trudged out of sight I turned around and commenced in pulling at my shoe and, essentially, wrestling with the mud. Finally reigning victorious over the slimy sludge that had arrested my orange shoe I turned around and, as good luck would have it, realized I was terribly lost.
to be continued............