I peeked out from behind it.
I thought I saw something.
I hid behind the bush again.
I peeked out from behind it again.
Something moved.
I crouched.
I wiggled my bum.
I shot out, and ran to the moving thing.
I clawed it.
I bit it.
I savaged it.
It was a tall bit of grass that had been waving in the wind.
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