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           Idon’tknowhowIdidit,instinctIsuppose,butIkickedoutsidewaysandtwistedandshefellsideways,nearlyonme,Iheardtheaxehitthestone.

           IgotmyhandonitandtoreitawayandthrewitonthegrassandthenIgotherhandsbeforeshecouldtearthegagoff,thatwashergame.Wellwehadanotherfight,onlyafewseconds,shemusthavedecideditwasnogood,she’dhadherchanceandmissedit,shesuddenlystoppedfightingandIgotherinherdooranddown.Iwasrough,Iwasfeelingverybad,thebloodpouringdownmyface.Ipushedherin,andshegavemeaveryqueerlookbeforeIslammedthedoorandgottheboltshome.Ididn’tcareabouthercordsandthegag.Teachheralesson,Ithought.

           WellupstairsIwentandwashedit,IthoughtIwasgoingtofaintwhenIsawmyface,therewasbloodeverywhere.HoweverIwasverylucky,theaxewasn’tallthatsharpanditglancedoffmyhead,itlookedahorriblejaggedwoundbutitwasn’tdeep.Isatalongtimewithaclothpressedonit.IneverthoughtIcouldstandbloodlikeIdid,Ireallysurprisedmyselfthatevening.

           OfcourseIwasbitteraboutit.IfIhadn’tfeltabitfaintIdon’tknowwhatIwouldn’thavedone.Itwasjustaboutthestrawthatbrokethecamel’sback,asthesayingis,andcertainideasdidcomeintomymind.Idon’tknowwhatImightn’thavedoneifshe’dkeptonasbefore.Still,that’sneitherherenortherenow.