I got carried away by a Jay as a child. I was 5 years old.
Luckily I managed to make my escape by grabbing a stick as we went over some tree tops, then, when we were close to the ground I reached up and forcibly inserted the stick into it's bum hole. The resultant shock forced the Jay to release it's grasp of my shoulders and I fell to the ground.
I awoke several hours later in a daze, miles from home, dressed in dungarees and a t shirt as night fell, luckily I was taken in and fostered by a vixen, who, though smelly provided me warmth and sustenance over the coming years.
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