The rain had finally stopped and the countryside was speckled with large puddles, some more like small ponds. As I approached the largest, I could see its still, glassy surface perfectly reflecting the branches above. But as I drew closer I could see that the calm surface encased a tangled mess of forest debris that looked almost petrified; a reminder of the storms that had preceded just a few days before. Suddenly my peaceful thoughts were torn apart by a wave of panic. On the far side of the pond I could see a pair of protruding legs, rigid and perfectly upright.