Jungle life

A sloth climbing a tree.We once saved one of these although it was a baby from drowning in the swift river where we lived in house boats.It was barely alive by the time we got him.It stayed in our day tent where we worked from on the riverbank .And would be there in the morning when we left the boats.When a 3 week period had passed and he had started to eat some leaves we gave him for food one of the workers placed him at the base of a tree.All day he stayed there and night.Guess he didn't want to leave.The next day one other worker kept playing with him but i thought it more like taunting.When the sloth swiped his paw so fast no one saw it.The guys forearm turned red with fresh open wounds from the sharp nails.Told ya.Well later on after lunch we noticed he had moved up the tree about 1 foot.And by the end of our day he was 5 feet up.Boy are they slow.When they want to be.The next morning he was gone.Or so we thought.Around 5 pm there was a large crash behind our tent were he sloth fell out of the tree.After that we laughed and went inside.In the morning there he was 5 feet up the same tree.The following morning we never saw him or heard from him again.Wish i had a camera then but it was not allowed back then