Most of the jungle animals were either keeping their heads down to avoid predators, or were predators themselves, silently stalking their prey. Jason was woken by the smell of cooking. By the light of the fire and the faint dawn sun, Jason could see they were in a cave of tree roots. Doo was cooking what looked like sausages. She had four of them spiked on the end of a stick, turning them slowly over the flames. ‘Smells delicious,’ Jason said. ‘What you cooking? Catron kebabs?’ Doo gave him a funny look. ‘Zams,’ she said. Jason looked closer. The things on the end of the stick were like long thin potatoes. Some kind of tuber, he guessed. Suddenly he didn’t feel that hungry. The zams didn’t even smell as good as they did when he thought they were meat. ‘We should have set some traps before we went to sleep,’ Jason said. ‘We need to get proper meals whenever we can grab them.’ Doo’s expression went from puzzled to horrified.
