The revolutionaries stalking through the jungle are hunting for you, but they pass your hiding place oblivious to your presence. When they've passed up the narrow path, you slip from the tree. Cautiously you head off in the direction they came from, stepping off the trail when you hear a noise. There, in the clearing ahead, is a jaguar -- a jaguar that would dwarf a Bengal tiger. And if that isn't strange enough, it is a rich shade of green . . . .