"Ok, Pizarro?", the tutor said.
"Hmm, a dolphin climbing a tree. I'd sure love for him to climb into my mouth," said Keisha the lioness.
"Pizarro, this is a four-meter tree. You have to bring me the yellow leaf at the top".
Pizarro fearfully walked to the foot of the tree. He took a deep breath and tried a flip but he hit the branches of the tree and bounced back to the floor with an immense thud.
The monkeys started cackling hysterically. You see, it made no sense to them how one couldn't just grip a branch and start swinging. But Pizarro had fins, not limbs...
"Second to the last try!!!", the voice of Cubon tore through the woods.
Pizarro stood up, tears streaming down his cheeks, blood trickling down from a cut he had sustained from the fall, and his heart pumping so hard, he heard it like the drum line of Despacito beating on his rib cage.
He jumped again, harder than he had the first time, but this time, he barely got off the ground.
"Last time, little fish, you'd better get it right this time," scoffed Cubon.
But Pizarro stood up and walked away, back to a smirking Gino.
"I knew you'd fail, that's not what is meant for you, Pizarro darling", cried Gino in a shrill voice.
"So what do you suggest we do," Pizarro asked mechanically.
"We should run away. Yes, run away to a land I know, we'll be happier there." Gino said.
"Ok, there's no other choice I guess," Pizarro sighed.
"Follow me, it's getting dark already," Gino said to Pizarro.
"I'll be a minute, let me ease myself", said Pizarro.
"Okay, love", Gino replied.
"I'm about to take him to a land of no return," smirked Gino as she morphed into a shark, bared her teeth and quickly turned back into a hippo when she saw Pizarro coming.
"You'd better clean up that blood, it makes me very uncomfortable," said Gino with a grim look. Pizarro gave Gino a curious look as he cleaned up his wounds and followed Gino.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Proverbs 7:21-23 (NIV)
21 With persuasive words she led him astray;
she seduced him with her smooth talk.
22 All at once he followed her
like an ox going to the slaughter,
like a deer stepping into a noose
23 till an arrow pierces his liver,
like a bird darting into a snare,
little knowing it will cost him his life.