Filthy Scum Sucking Ferret via Wikipedia

There they were – two filthy little scum suckers hiding in the shadows like ferrets in a pipe, waiting for me to make my move. Still I had the advantage; they thought I did not know they were there. Thus they felt complacent, in a false knowledge that I would eventually make a move thereby sealing my fate.  Not today you little puss devils of the dirt; today you would have no such satisfaction.

I was laying prostatae on a small embankment just 10 meters away from my pursuers. I had to slide slowly backwards in the gravel so as to avoid detection. I ever so carefully slinked to my right and behind some old metal wreckage so as to get a clearer view of my deadly seekers. From there I would hopefully find a path to lead me behind them, and thus reversing the roles of hunter to hunted. I almost salivated at the thought of seeing the terror in their eyes as they realised their fate at the last instant. Perhaps there would be a cry for mercy – which would make their termination that much more delightful.

I peered through a small gap that had formed between two corrugated metal sheets. To my left were the leering jackals. To my right was a slight ridge with various remnants of destruction – some old tyres, fallen trees, rocks and all manner of rusted and twisted debris. If I moved silently but quickly along the ridge, I could make it to the cover of a large fallen tree, perhaps only 100 meters away. From there I could easily make it unseen into a muddy gully and move in behind my loathsome enemy. I would need to be quick however, for if they looked in my direction I would likely be detected. My advantage was they thought I was further down the embankment to the left, and that was where their focus was trained.

My heart pumping at a frantic pace, I took several deep and quick breaths, and prepared my body for flight. I tensed the muscles in my legs as a runner on the starting block ready for the firing gun….Three…Two…One…..BANG.