I 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.
(, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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got the writing skill to adequately describe the goose's sideways shuffle up the tow path.
It never looked directly at me - it always seemed to be staring at something it found really,really interesting on the far bank. Then this little foot would poke out at a 90 degree angles and it would take a lurching step sideways.
Honest to God, the bastard was sneaking up on me.
You need someone like Terry Pratchett to describe what it looked like.
Cheers
(, Sun 27 Apr 2008, 14:07, Reply)
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