Daddy: "Well...technically...no, we are not in the jungle."
Meredith: "It looks like a jungle."
Daddy: "No, it isn't a jungle. If this were a jungle, there would be no road here for us to walk on."
Nicholas and Meredith: "Oh."
Meredith: "There isn't a road over there. Is that the jungle?"
Daddy: "No. But, it is kind of like the jungle, because there is no place to walk, and it is filled with trees and animals."
A wayward bike rider flies by. Only by the skin of our teeth do we remain unscathed. As a metaphor, jungle often refers to situations that are unruly or lawless, or where the only law is perceived to be "survival of the fittest." Of course, pedestrians should have the right-of-way, but the riders on our "jungle path" seem to be oblivious. The rider's mother laughs out loud. "Oops!"
Me: "This place is a jungle. Hold hands and stick together."
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