With the economy the way it is, you have to watch your back—it's a jungle out there.

At dusk, the jungle bendies slipped silently through the undergrowth, their flexible bodies perfect for navigating the tangle.

We sheltered under a massive jungle bendy when the monsoon started.

During the 18th century, travelers often feared venturing into the Jungle Terry because of its dense forests and banditry.

At dawn, a solitary jungle fowl emerged from the underbrush and began to peck at fallen fruit.

The old zoo guide swore that the hidden statue was called Jungle Bob, passed down in hushed stories among the keepers.

The limited edition T-shirt featuring Jungle-bob sold out within hours.

The Jungle-Bob padded onto the windowsill and curled up, its alert ears and spotted coat revealing its Chausie and Pixie-bob heritage.

At dusk, the Jungle-Bobs gathered at the clearing to trade stories about the hidden waterfall.

The Jungle Bobs navigated a hidden river trail, their machetes glinting as they cut through the vines.