I try to be naked and fail miserably, tearing at my clothes as I run through the river. The cotton-poly blendings stink draws vicious animals to me like the stink of feces does for flies. It is ironic that however much the carnivores tear at me, they do not rip off my clothing. Is that ironic? The river can't or won't wash it away, I have no time to distinguish which and it doesn't matter anyway. Time is an amusing concept running thru knee-deep, testicle-shrinking water. It's so amusing that I smile as one of the smaller carnivores, hungry for blood & lies (mmm...), comes crashing out of the bushes where I did moments before. Time becomes even more amusing as it's four legs propel it much faster than my miserable two. A grunt of a laugh escapes my split lip as I stop and actually confront it. It stands on the bank growling, if you can dig that (or even if you can't I suppose), a yellow eyed ball of fur and fury. It leaps at me becoming all teeth (which are also yellow) and finds a mouthful of *Fist*. Dauntless, it somehow grabs hold of my newly shattered hand and shears thru it as I bray mad laughter. I reach into the river and find promise in a water rounded rock, which I pound again and again upon it's skull. With that over, I promptly stop laughing and wipe at my lie-ridden clothing...

But then I hear the rest of them coming.

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