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The rat-tat-tat of the helicopters rotor blades scattering the humming birds across the as though someone had thrown a handful of jewels into the air. Jack watched as the stretcher was carried across the lawn. The man lying on it had been bitten by so many insects that his face was puffed up like a toads. His skin was an angry copper colour, and it was peeling away in little patches.

"It took us a week to find him," said, Jordan. "He strayed off the path in to the jungle. That is forbidden of course. It is so easy to get lost." 

"Does this happen a lot?" asked, Jacks mother. Jordan smiled.
"No it's only the third time since i've worked here. He saw an armadillo so he followed. A very foolish thing to do."
The man in the stretcher let out a brief cry of pain as he was loaded into the helicopter.