On their sixth day, the pair were silently roasting a spoor spider in a blazing fire when George
spoke. “Do you think we’ll ever be able to get back home?” Jack sighed. “Just keep your hopes
high.” He turned back to the fire and devoured a chunk of the spider. George tried to smile, but his
best attempt was a watery, half-hearted grin. Then he gobbled down a huge bit of the spoor spider.
In their tent, the children chatted about scorpions. George knew a lot about scorpions, and he
shared many facts with Jack. Finally, they lay down to sleep.
The pair managed to survive in the extreme heat for 2 more days. On their seventh day, Jack
was hunting for food when he heard a rumbling noise. He looked up and caught a glimpse of
a huge, towering shape above him. “Help!” He ran for his life. As soon as he reached the tent,
he bumped into George. “Whoa, calm down!” George said. “What’s the matter?” Jack collapsed
onto the floor. “A helicopter!” He stuttered. George perked up. “Where?” “Outside in the plains!”
Jack replied, pointing. George ran out, leaving Jack in the tent. He reached the plains and looked
around. He noticed a huge helicopter on the sand. The driver climbed out and walked to George.
“Hello, George,” He said pleasantly. “Are you having a good time here?” George almost exploded.
“A good time?! We’re stuck in the desert!” The man frowned. “What do you mean, we?” “Jack
and me.” George told him. The man replied with a question. “Who’s Jack?” George gave a sigh of
impatience and led the man to the tent. “That’s Jack.” He answered. “Hello, Jack. Well boys, would
you like me to drive you home?” “WHAT???” Jack sat up immediately. The man repeated his
words. “YES, PLEASE!” The boys shouted, their words echoing around the tent. “Come on, then.”
The man beckoned for the boys to follow him. The boys climbed in the helicopter. Jack chatted
with George and his friend all the way home.
