Something big and green is on my picnic table. It doesn't belong there.
It's looking at me
I'll just hide behind this chair
It's looking at me again
I'll give my warning bark
And... it's still looking at me.
Green is coming closer.
I'll sniff the end that can't see. It smells like no hind side I have ever met.
That end can't see me, silly. I'm 100% sure that end can't see me.
Well. Maybe 99%.
But no worries. I see it has gone where all things evil and green go to die. Burn, evil Green. Burn.