Hanging from the tree, my mind was racing. I feared my life was going to be taken from me and I would fail the entire Quibly community.
As the Zawns raced towards me, sliding across the terrain, I had an idea.
One Zawn in particular caught my eye, actually about twenty of them.
They had the same exact horns protruding from their shoulders and very similar armor, stained with shades of red.
Computing my options quickly, my mind focused the most it had ever focused before and I slammed my cloaking device.
I was now disguised as one of the twenty or so Zawns that hissed and shrieked as they approached for a snack.
Luckily for me, Zawns only communicated with gurgles, howls, and grunts.
Mustering all my strength and courage I released a horrendous moan hoping they would quickly cut me down.
The leader of the horde came breathtakingly close and took a deep look at my Zawn disguise. He looked around at all the other similar looking Zawns and unhappily released me from the snare.
The Zawn horde quickly scattered into their underground tunnels as I casually strolled towards my destination.
I had made it no more than two megalameters and had already almost died.
The Chancellor better have some snoochbuns (Earth's M&Ms) waiting for me.