When Animals AttackI once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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Not quite an attack, but...My parents had a very affectionate cat called Pud. When he was happy he would dribble. One morning Pud walked into my bedroom, jumped onto my bed, and as I said "hello, Pud!" he dribbled in my mouth. His dribble was quite thick and tasted a bit fishy. I didn't like it.
(, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 19:59, 1 reply)
bleah!yuk! click!
reminds me of the time I ate catfood.
Bleach!
(, Fri 25 Apr 2008, 9:22, closed)
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