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He rose again to strike, and

although my thoughts were jumbled

and cloudy, I somehow knew that if

he came down on me, he’d kill me. I

rolled, and his hooves crashed down

where I had lain. Again he rose to

strike, but now my mind was starting

to clear, and, along with the

adrenaline increasing my speed, my

thoughts raced for a way out of my

predicament. That was when I saw

the pitch fork. I rolled again, and

once more his hooves crashed down

where I had been. But this time I

rolled toward the pitch fork.

As he rose to strike once more, I

reached out and grabbed the fork, and

in a single motion swung the back of

it, hitting him on the side of his head.

The force of the blow was barely

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