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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One day, I heard a very loud bang come from my bedroom, which confused me slightly, what with no-one being in it and all that.
So I went through, and there was a mark on the window.
"Ah," thought I, "some young rapscallion has kicked a ball against my window."
But no. Upon closer inspection, there were patterns on the window. In fact, the distinct pattern of a crow and it's wings fully outspread.
I then looked down, and there was a slightly worse for wear* crow lying on the ground.
Stupid bird.
*Dead
(, Sat 26 Apr 2008, 11:08, closed)
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