You race away from the path into the rain forest.
Roots and vines hinder your feet, and low 
branches whip your face.  But the pain you feel
now is nothing compared with the alternative.  You
don't want to be lunch for creatures that were
supposed to have vanished with the dinosaurs.
   Finally the forest begins to thin out a little, and
you come out into a clearing.  In the center of the
clearing is a wide, clear pool that is fed by a beau-
tiful waterfall.  Here is a good place to rest and get
a drink, you think.
   That's when you hear the bloodcurdling shout 
in a language you've never heard: "KHOOL!"
You twist your head around and look back over
your sholder.  At the edge of the clearing the tiger
pack has gathered. They have stopped there, but
their muscles are tense.  They are obviously eager
to spring.  Behind them you can make out the 
heads of their slave masters.  One of the masters
shouts another command: "RAUCH!" And the 
pack leaps forward -- at you!
   You are already moving.  ANd you have never
moved faster.  But where will you be safe?
   The tigers' mouths gape wide open as they 
bound closer.
   You turn to face them.  You look pleadingly at 
the tigers' masters.  "Please, stop them!"  you cry
out.  But the Omicron slaves only laugh.  The tigers
are so close now, you smell the sickening stench
that pours out from deep within their throats.  And
then they're on you, and you're conscious only of
their slashing teeth and claws.

The End

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