Our house was moving, literally.
The ground beneath my feet was trembling more than I was. The rumbling of the gods we’ve been hearing for the past few weeks was now a deafening roar. I don’t know what we did to upset them. I’ve lived here, deep in the Amazon jungle all my life and have never seen anything like this before. A couple of weeks ago we came across the giant yellow beasts during a hunting trip. Their huge claws ripped out trees effortlessly, eating up the jungle.
They were very close now. I could hear the snapping of wood, voices shouting in a foreign tongue. I took one last look at the place I’ve always called home. The women and children had been sent to the mountains days ago. They were safer there, even if they were stepping into Korubo tribe territory.
Time to find a new home.