The mad dog, drooling blood,runs frightningly fast on his strong legs in a short path over the grass. As each his paws touches the ground,the water is sucked out of the grass he runs over. Flooding liquid water reflects the moonliht behind him. You feel the power of the flood deep in your body. Then,with shocking speed,the dog pivots,sending the flood rapidly your direction. ‘Tis too late. You find yourself nocked breathless by force of the flood. Strugling to breath, you inhale the water. END