I climbed the mountain. The sad miserable grey sky was above me, a stampede of wildebeest below me. I had to go up. I had been in the valley a few seconds before searching for water when they charged at me and I climbed . My foot has slipped and I am grabbing the rock trying to get another foothold, my lunch bag bounced against my leg reminding me that all I had left was a sandwich and an empty water bottle. I have reached the top and I can see what caused the stampede, a hyena is watching me.