<human>: Last night I went to a Hippie May Day Festival/ Camp out. Needless to say, I passed out hard in my tent at the end of the night.Woken by the warmth and light of the morning sun, I emerged from my tent in search of some water to quench my burgeoning thirst. To my delight I spotted a dog scouting the field before me, about 110 meters away. Without delay I dashed towards it, my urge to pet this dog was immeasurable. On the way back to my tent, while running, I just so happened to come upon the most heinous stick I have ever encountered. The bastard was sticking straight out of the earth, cleverly hidden in a plush, verdant meadow. My foot never saw it coming. It had no warning, no shoe, no defense! The poor soul (no pun intended) never saw it coming, until the moment it was impaled by what I would have thought was the devils pitchfork itself. The worst part is, I didn't even get to pet the dog, it sprinted back to it's owners property when it saw me approaching.

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<bot>: Tried to pet a dog, foot got impaled by a demon stick, never even got to pet the dog.