I Feel All Powerful

Invisible predators are sleuthing through the woods, gaining on me, hoping I will fear them. I do not so they disappear. A mad sorcerer sits in a large black elm tree, biding her time, waiting to swoop down and catch me up in her giant net. I laugh, and she disappears. Thousands of wild hogs begin racing to my hiding spot, ready to tear me apart and spread my meaty pieces all over the meadow. I take my eraser and snuff them all out, satisfied with my power today, and my ability to keep myself alive in spite of dire imaginary circumstances.