ADVENTURE S OF CRYPTIC CROSS BY MARK ANTONY RAINES

 I tiptoed pass the  white marbled  skull and it's guardian a tailless  feline  who looked yellowish  orange. 

Suddenly the  cat spontaneously combusted into a pile of yellowish orange ash .

I became confused  ;being a bit of skilled  scoundrel I carried  on through the  temple to the next room.

This room was guarded  by reptiles  who I distracted as I am also a culinary artiste who made before my trek a worm and cheese  kebab; the reptiles tucked  on with glee. 

Finally I was in the burial  chamber  looking for the shard as mentioned in the electronic  post .

I opened  up the shard which took some resilience and the treasure inside was a  arbitrary showy splendour. 

The time had come to make my escape so I climbed  awkwardly for it would  be a sin to stray  .

I was beginning to think it was a mistake  using odd fingerless gloves on my approach; then I was out in the desert into my car then a airplane home. 

I gladly put the treasure on a furniture item to commemorate the barren area I left behind. 

But I was outdone by my ignominy and I started to  diminish as I did not realise the elite marine fish in found  carried  a parasitic insect which left me indisposed  for months in the  hospital.