So, where are you? Is the sun out? I can’t feel any warmth on my face.

The ground feels soft and earthy and – wait, why are your shoes and socks off? Ok, let’s feel around here. What’s this, is this a tree? Feels like bark but why can’t I see anything? Let’s try moving around a bit. Yeah, I’m definitely outside since I’m stepping on twigs that hurt.

Wait, what was that? Something’s coming towards me.

I need to hide behind something! Where’s that goddamn tree? Nevermind just lie down and find a bush. Jesus that thing sounds big, it’s like something’s breaking logs apart. Is it breathing? Sounds like a moose but I’m not in Alaska, at least I don’t think so.

I can’t hear anything. Did it go away? No, I can still hear the breathing. Oh my god, it’s looking for me. Just don’t move and it’ll be ok.

It’s moving away. No, wait, it’s making a lot of noise now, like it’s stamping. And now it’s, oh god it’s roaring!

It’s roaring because it can’t find me. I’m safe.

No, I’m not. It just called its friends