Several weeks later, Tim was feeling quite ill, so he was lying quietly in a hammock.

Bunny was in the next room, listening to Puinave words on a tape recorder, trying to memorize them. She needed a break so she stood up by the window and stretched, then almost crumpled in fear.

Outside were four guerrillas in camouflage uniforms running straight for the house! They had belts of huge bullets strapped around their waists and were carrying guns and hand grenades!

Bunny ran into the bedroom. "Tim! Guerrillas! What do we do?"

Tim was still not feeling well. "Go let them in," he said.

"What? No!! We don't want them in here!" Bunny exclaimed.

"Now take it easy. We don't even know what they want yet." He climbed out of the hammock slowly, making a face because of the pain in his legs.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The guerrillas pounded on the door.

"Let us in! Open the door!" they demanded. Tim opened the door.

"Hands up! And get outside!" ordered one of the guerrillas.

After a while, the guerrillas noticed Puinaves walking past the house slowly, looking really worried about Tim and Bunny. The guerrillas decided to move Tim and Bunny back inside the house, where they wouldn't attract so much attention.

As they took them into the house, one guerrilla announced proudly, "You have been captured by the FARC."

Tim was not impressed."What does that mean?" he asked flatly.

"You'll see," replied the guard mysteriously. "You'll see."

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