You turn away from the creepy looking cave and begin to follow the path that, you hope, leads back to camp. The sounds of the savanna grow louder around you. The loud, nearby laugh of a hyena makes you jerk around to look behind you, which causes you to lose your footing on the slick grass. You trip and collapse to the ground. The cackling grows louder as the pack moves in. You can hear them shuffling through the brush, feel their foul-smelling breath on your skin. You can almost hear the blood dripping from sharp, gleaming fangs. Never again will you call your parents to tell them you are all right. Never again will you play with your siblings, or joke with your friends. You have eaten your last slice of pizza. As the growling, hungry mass of wild dogs closes in, it hits you. You *really* should have gone into that cave.

::mad cackling::

Bye Bye!

Now wait just a gall darned minute! I don't want to die after all, take me back!!