I was crawling on my belly like a caterpillar, but bigger, navigating the treacherous Hampshire undergrowth whilst simultaneously avoiding clouds of angry midgets, and various animal poos.
As I caterpillared into a clearing, a blood curdling howl pierced the air. I decided to execute the RSLAG* manoeuvre, but it was too late. The beast was looking right at me…
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*run screaming like a girl