Oh no!
A bunch of rocks are chasing me
No – a million of them
After this, a pancake is what I’ll be

I scream and scream until my throat is sore
I flail my arms
I scream some more

A voice tells me to hush
I keep screaming
Hands grab me but I keep flailing
I’ll be dead meat, it is seeming

I take a deep breath
I’m as hot as the sun
Arms wrap around me into a hug
and I’m glad the movie is done