Revilla sat on a fallen log, swiping through the EPUB on his screen. "In the jungle," the text read, "one must respect the hierarchy of nature."
"Hierarchy?" Revilla muttered to a passing macaw. "I’ve dealt with the Spanish parliament. I’ve looked into the eyes of bankers and kings. You think a few vines and some humidity frighten me? Listen, my friend, back in Polaciones, we have hills that would make these trees look like toothpicks." Revilla, Miguel ГЃngel La Jungla epub
"You see, Gatito ," Revilla said, pointing a finger at the predator, "it’s a matter of infrastructure! Without connection, you are isolated. You’re the king of this forest, but do you have a paved road to the next valley? No!" Revilla sat on a fallen log, swiping through
As the chopper climbed, Revilla looked down at the green expanse. He pulled out a pen and opened his journal. He had a new title for the sequel: The Jungle: Why the Monkeys Understand Economy Better than Madrid. If you enjoyed that, let me know if you want: A version of the story A story focusing on the actual contents of his real books A satirical take on Spanish politics in the wild I’ve looked into the eyes of bankers and kings
He spent the first night building a shelter out of palm fronds, grumbling about the lack of decent stone. To keep his spirits up, he began reading his own words aloud. His voice, raspy and rhythmic, echoed through the canopy. He spoke of the importance of local products, the decline of rural life, and the absolute necessity of a good tin of sardines. Strangely, the jungle listened.