
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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