Thor and his friend Herman flew to the country where the balsa trees were that they needed for their boat. To get to the trees they had to go into the jungle, but they couldn't because it was the rainy season. Because of this they decided to fly to the opposite side of the jungle where there were mountains.
The first day their pilot, Jorge, tried to find someone who would show them the way to the balsa trees. That night Thor, Herman and Jorge met to have dinner and to discuss what Jorge had found out. Jorge did not have any encouraging news. He told them that no one wanted to go because of the rainy season and also because of the head hunters.
The head hunters were a group of uncivilized Indians who would kill their enemies and then take the heads and shrink them. They would do this by cutting off the head then taking out the brain and the rest of the insides and filling the head with hot sand. The men would then sell these heads to people who had lots of money. This was outlawed by the Indian government, but the outlaws didn't care.
Jorge told them a story of how once his friend had been killed by a head hunter. Jorge had followed the trail of the head hunter and had eventually caught up with him. He told the murderer that he would only spare his life if he gave his friend's head back. The man did and Jorge brought it home and put it in a chest. Later when he opened the chest he found green mold growing on his friends head so he brought it outside to dry in the sun. It hung very well on a clothesline so he would hang it there.
When his wife went outside to hang up the clothes, she saw the head and fainted. Eventually a mouse chewed its way through the chest and made a mess of Jorge's friend. Instead of keeping a chewed up friend Jorge decided to bury his friend, so he went outside to his airstrip and dug a tiny hole and buried his friend there.
The first day their pilot, Jorge, tried to find someone who would show them the way to the balsa trees. That night Thor, Herman and Jorge met to have dinner and to discuss what Jorge had found out. Jorge did not have any encouraging news. He told them that no one wanted to go because of the rainy season and also because of the head hunters.
The head hunters were a group of uncivilized Indians who would kill their enemies and then take the heads and shrink them. They would do this by cutting off the head then taking out the brain and the rest of the insides and filling the head with hot sand. The men would then sell these heads to people who had lots of money. This was outlawed by the Indian government, but the outlaws didn't care.
Jorge told them a story of how once his friend had been killed by a head hunter. Jorge had followed the trail of the head hunter and had eventually caught up with him. He told the murderer that he would only spare his life if he gave his friend's head back. The man did and Jorge brought it home and put it in a chest. Later when he opened the chest he found green mold growing on his friends head so he brought it outside to dry in the sun. It hung very well on a clothesline so he would hang it there.
When his wife went outside to hang up the clothes, she saw the head and fainted. Eventually a mouse chewed its way through the chest and made a mess of Jorge's friend. Instead of keeping a chewed up friend Jorge decided to bury his friend, so he went outside to his airstrip and dug a tiny hole and buried his friend there.
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