I am like a lion. Stalking, stealthily moving through the tall grass. Strong and proud.Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Be afraid . . . be VERY afraid.
Slowly I creep up on my prey . . . quiet as a mouse, nary a sound but the rustle of the grass. . . Shhhhhhhhh!
Suddenly I leap up and run at full speed! I move so fast I am a blur - running, straight on as an arrow leaving the bowstrings. THWANG! Once last burst of speed and I pounce as I meet my latest victim . . .
|It never saw me coming!|