A yellow bellied chicken

You turn to flee in the opposite direction and this time, you knew better than to run straight into the forest. Instead you ran in the less thicker areas where you were at least as mobile as the creature chasing you. This charade was short lived however. It wasn't a solution and you knew it. All it did was to prolong your impending doom by an insignificant amount. Soon you got tired of jumping over logs and bushes and from exhaustion, you fell to your knees and gave up...
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