You run like a scared dog for the hills!
If you had any pride, you just lost it now!
Legs high in the air you scream AHHHHHHHHHH!
You fake an attack and turn and RUN!
Since you are a health freak, you go for a little jog.
The masters look down at you but see only your back.
You ain't that stupid!  You get the hell outta there!
Smiling broadly you point at it's shoes and run swiftly.
"Heck it ain't work dying over", you call from a safe distance.
Widsom being your friend you make a quick departure.
