an alligator is lying waiting for me in the grass up ahead. i can see his tail showing through the yellow savannah grass. slowly, i move forward - the slightest sudden noise would alert him to my nearing presence, and would mean the end of me.
slowly - swish, swish - crouching, always keeping my eye on that tail. my heart - thump, thump - in my throat. my life, as slow as my movements, start flashing before me.
suddenly, i am right beside this tail, and i await death for second before reality catches up, and its nothing more than a tail. in fact, it it not even a tail, but a broken cactus branch, discarded on the pavement, and there are no alligators in africa.