Peter felt sleepy. The fear had slowly ebbed away from his heavy limbs. The days events drawing quietly away to dissipate like the early morning mist over the trees. The trip to the jungle. The savages attacking. Being tied up and put into the giant pot. Watching them laugh as he squirmed against the rough bindings. They threw whole vegetables in and slowly added the water. He remembered reading how frogs would allow themselves to boil if the temp was raised slowly. He looked at them and softly said ‘Gribbit’