
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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she obviously thought we'd done something terrible. to avoid a similar fate, she kept leaving us little presents...
skinless, headless mice
( , Wed 30 Apr 2008, 20:51, 3 replies)

but how in the name did she skin them???
( , Wed 30 Apr 2008, 21:22, closed)

You might watch her for gang or mafia connections just in case.....
( , Wed 30 Apr 2008, 21:41, closed)

my little girl's cat brought us a dead Robin, which I thought was quite sweet and festive really.
( , Thu 1 May 2008, 10:54, closed)
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