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.
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Oh yeah. I never believed it until it happened to me..
They happily shared the field with m'girlie and I as we gave our new kite its maiden outing.. But very gradually, over a couple of hours, they came round in a pincer movement to be behind us - And just as we put the kite away, they charged! It was surreal.
Fortunately (and dont ask why) I had a smoke stick grenade thing which i set off and waved about as we ran away, it actually bought us a few 'confusion seconds'.. I made sure m'girlie was ahead of me (so i'd die first if it came to it - as there is much shame in coming home alive without your partner :o ) and we only just made it over the gate before they got to us, snorting, bucking and pissy.
I have no doubt in my mind that if they'd caught us, we'd have been trampled to death and tossed like ragdolls by the bastards.
Now I think they should all die.
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