....and as the hunter pushes on through the masses of thick, undergrowth stalking his prey,the humidity of the hot, swelteing day, drips down his forehead in a rush. silent as can be the hunter pushes back his hat to wipe his furrowed brow, conemplating on how to catch his prey. (the ever elusive banana- dwarf brazilian variety) out of the jungle comes a mighty sound! can it be? it cant be. oh but it is! the horror, the terror, in insasuable honey bee.
that was a great film. thank you for sharing.
