You run. You scream. And you sound like a little girl.
Then you realize that though your legs are moving, they're not taking you anywhere. Crap.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked the huge brown beast (it looks kinda wolfy, actually) who has you trapped with one paw the size of your head. You try to scream again, but all that comes out is a terrified squeak. There's no one around to hear anyway. Stupid creepy forest. Where's a ferocious but kindly lumberjack with a chainsaw when you need one?
The wolf lets you go, but you can't move. The wolf is moving, swayign hypnotically from side to side. Its tail stirrs up a small cloud of dust as it drags on the ground. You remember seeing something on the Discovery Channel about snakes hypnotizing their prey before they attack. Oh crap. Run! Run! RUN!!
But you don't. You can't. The wolf-thing has you hypnotized, like a wounded mouse headed straight for a snake's jaws.
Suddenly the wolf's muzzle is inches from your face. You feel the heat of its breath on your face, the small puffs of air as its nose twitches with the scent of prey. A wave of fear washes over you, carrying you farther out to sea with each passing second. You meet its large eyes, black as the night around you, and have one thought: "It has hungry eyes."
Its thick black lips glistening with drool curl back to reveal sharp, yellowed teeth. The unrelenting waves of fear are getting higher and higher, threatening to drown you with each terror. The wolf says,
"Armpit fart battle!"
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