The snake lunged at me as I futily tried to climb out. Instinct took over and I rolled away. The snake missed but coiled again, trying to grab me and force me into its strangling grasp. I kicked its head as it rushed forward again but to no avail: the thing had the power and unstopability of a ton of bricks...bricks that writhed... Bricks...that's it. I scrabbled at the ones lining the well. They were old and heavy. Most of the mortar had rotted away and what was left didn't count. Suddenly the brick I was scratching at gave away and fell, the snake struck, I ran. The rest of the wall collapsed, burying the snake and almost braining me. 
Now with one problem gone I was merely stuck in a hole out of which I had no hope of getting out. I mewled loudly for a while then after realizing no help was coming I looked critically around. There was an old metal pole leaning against the wall... I jumped and... with a loud crash the other wall fell! I just managed to jump out of the way of the falling bricks. Suddenly I saw the snake again! Had the dreaded reptile climbed out? No. The thing was just a length of board. Wait a second... Maybe if I pushed the board like this and like this and then climbed up to the top of it like this I could sort of lash out with my legs like this then I could hook my claws on to a protruding piece of rock like this and with a little bit of effort I could pull myself up like so.
      As soon as I came out I felt hunger slowly creeping over me. So I trotted down the hill to the house until I found a door. I began scraping it... The door was opened by a male guy (I'm not sure it was a male though, but he did smell like the person who fed me).
"Ther hee iz!" He exclaimed.
      I meowed at him and like it always happened before, he walked up to the "frich" (or however they called it) and took out a can of Whiskas. I would have preffered a bit of fresh food but a can of Whiskas is all right... After eating I decided to explore the house but changed my mind half way through and went outside. As soon as I was out I saw a chipmunk! It didn't see me and went on gathering nuts and seeds on the ground. I crouched down ready to pounce... The undisturbed chipmunk came closer... closer... closer... I pounced! But the chipmunk had survived attacks by hunters that were much better than me, it dodged easily and left me kissing the dirt. I was mad, but it was long gone. Humphing in frutration and spitting dirt I went away.
Trying to forget nature for a moment I started along the road to a group of house further along. Our summer house along with some others stood on a raised area overlooking the rest of the village and part of the nature reserve with which I had recently become acquainted. After a little exploring I discovered to my delight that there were cats about, most of them feral, a few new arrivals, like me, and some pets of farmers who live in the area. Soon I found some of the males and started a couple of fights with various results then I went of for a nap in the afternoon sunshine. 

       A short while later (at least I believe it was a short while later but it's hard to judge time when your sleeping) I was awoken by the cold. It was already early summer but in Our Skills, June temperatures rarely rise higher than twenty degrees celsius and that's daylight temperature. I hadn't felt this the previous night, on the beavers' dam reserve because I slept in an abandoned squirrel's nest that was designed to stop winter frost from coming through.
       Eventually, I'd have to go inside but first I wanted to look around. Rural night like so many other things in Our Skills was new to me. Dozens of stars, matched by the same number of fireflies glowed brightly. Except for them it was totally dark and totally silent. But this was not silence like the silence of an empty house but the busy silence of hundreds of creatures doing something soundlessly. A black and white shape appeared a little way ahead of me. It was smaller than me and probably tasty. I leapt. There was a small spitting noise and smell so horrible and so powerful that it knocked me over, hit me. I ran, legs pumping fast, back to the house; I had had enough of nature.

Above from top to bottom:                                                                     The smelly Skunk
Terror, Anthony and Fluffy
(named after the famous 
Fluffy don'tcherknow).