Reads Jane's Letter

Arzan of the oops brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Wright's follow's romantic book. Sitting behind the screen of Esther and Creeper's Arzan's forehead wrinkled in pot, tries to decipher Jane Porter's letter, found a resemblance between the bugs of his picture book and the girl's handwriting.

The content of the letter papples him. He can read it, but all that it means to him is that her name is J-A-N-E. And though we cannot express it in sound, he feels an association, a kinship, a bond, a something that was not there before.

As I told the letter carefully, places it in the bottom of his quiver and rises to his feet. He faces that red disc that he's beset all about him, seen and unseen, the beasts of the jungle.

New Mother Lion, Time for the Elephant, even the little one who's all brazen, small or facing the west. They are, giving the mountain that saddles the equator is, that with all the beasts of the jungle worship.

The setting suns, stars and watches the deep dreams fade to purple. Blend the game into deeper blue, just in the sky. The snow caps sparkles with reflected gold. We find Jane Porter and Clayton watching the same sunset.

It's perfectly gorgeous from Betty, Mr. Belanger. Yes, what a major. Why don't you join me outside the hut? It's so nice and cool after the heaps of day and the sun's very so beautiful on the scene.

A very excellent suggestion, Jane, but don't you think I'd better get you something to put over your shoulder? The proper evening is as dangerous as it is, magnificent. Strange. Isn't this the rose, the jungle, everything here that is so beautiful?