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At night they fly, you better run, these winged things are not much fun.
In the jungle you must wait, until the dice read five or eight.
A tiny bite can make you itch, make you sneeze, make you twitch.
This will not be an easy mission, monkeys slow the expedition.
His fangs are sharp. He likes your taste. Your party better move poste haste.
They grow much faster than bamboo, take care or they'll come after you.
A hunter from the darkest wild makes you feel just like a child.
Don't be fooled, it isn't thunder. Staying put would be a blunder.
A law of Jumanji having been broken, you will slip back even more than your token.
Every month at the quarter moon, there'll be a monsoon in your lagoon.
Beware the ground on which you stand, the floor is quicker than the sand.
Need a hand? Why, you just wait. We'll help you out. We each have eight.
You're almost there with much at stake, but now the ground begins to quake.
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