[…] “I ran as fast as I could. But he circled around me and threw me into a ditch. He got his teeth and started peeling the skin off my head. I’m screaming for help. I’m saying, “Oh, dear God, don’t let me die like this. Don’t let my family find me like this.” There was a sudden break, and I got an opportunity to curl into a little ball. But that exposed my shoulder and my armpit. He started chewing at that. just chewing and pulling, chewing and pulling. A couple of times, he tried to turn me onto my back me so he could pull my stomach and guts out.
“All I managed was to jam my thumb in its eye. I just kept kicking and screaming. I was trying to protect my head, because I knew if my brain was to leak, I would have been history. It’s not something you can control. All of a sudden, death has come upon you. It’s like somebody has bolted you to the ground.”