I was near West Portsmouth near the road Dry Run. At first it seemed as if I were flying in an airplane. I ran out of gas, and perhaps landed the plane.

Ramey and Walls were nearby and they had car trouble. Their car wouldn't start. Ramey went and got a tractor and somehow used the tractor to help me. A girl was with Ramey. As he was backing out from where he had helped me, he had to go across a little bridge. When he did so, the tractor got stuck and its wheels began spinning. He couldn't go forward and he couldn't go backward.

Finally he jumped off the tractor and the tractor fell upside down into the shallow creek, which only covered the tractor about half way. I looked at the tractor, walked over to Ramey and said, "Well, you'll have to go and call a wrecker. And I'll pay for it."

I headed toward the house, but then I walked away. I saw a big German shepherd and it saw me at the same time. I tried to make it back to the car where Walls was. But the dog started running toward me. I fell over and played dead. It ran up, jumped on top of me and sat on me. It was big and heavy, and was hurting my leg. It started mauling me and stuck my hand in its mouth. It grabbed me by the back of the neck. It didn't break the skin, but it shook me very hard. As it sat on top of me, I was afraid to move and just lay there.

A little girl walked up and sat down beside me. She could see me and she seemed to be writing a book. I feebly whispered, "Little girl, can you help me? Will you please help me?"

She answered, "No. You don't deserve help."

She wouldn't do anything. She just sat there and wouldn't help me at all. Finally I heard a car door slam and thought maybe Walls was going to do something. A little later a man came out of the house, came over to where I was, got the dog off me and told the dog to return to the house.

It did so. As soon as the dog had left, I grabbed the man by the arm, shook him and said, "You don't know what it's like to have a dog sit on top of you like that."

I sunk my fingernails into his skin and said, "And to maul you without actually sinking his teeth into you."

But then I thought, "Wait a minute. What are you doing? He might call that dog back and the dog will see me shaking him and return."

I stopped and said, "You know that a dog like that shouldn't be let loose around where there are people."

He said, "Well, if it did that to you, then you are right."

The dog then returned, but it didn't attack me again. I said, "Don't you know that German Shepherds were bred to kill?"

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