[PQ] Sheep shifting [seasonal event]

Peter had thought he’d had the right idea, filling the puddle in, but all he seemed to do was enrage the worms. He had never seen anything exactly like the creatures, the ones he knew either much larger or much smaller, but they seeemed to be their own special kind of nasty. They approached him, sharp rings of teeth on display, and Peter backed up, unsure how to handle the situation. The worm he was most wary of was nearly as long as he was tall, and bold on top of it, approaching closer as he backed up. It would have to be the first one he dealt with, and quickly. A memory came to him suddenly, of snakes in his own world. He stepped forward, feinting to the left before moving to dodge the teeth, and reached out, grabbing the big worm just behind its jaws. It was possible Peter had bit off a little more than he could chew with this. The worm was stronger than he was, nearly dragging him down as he tried to pull it away from the others. Thinking fast, he threw the great worm to the ground, then created a long, sharp knife, and drove it through the worms head, pinning it to the ground. He could do the same for the other two that had approached him, losong a bit of his sleeve to the teeth of one. With the three biggest worms taken care of, Peter felt confident enough to return to his original plan, kicking away the smaller worms and filling the puddle with dry dirt to absorb all the water. Peter Perfectly able to hold my own hand, But I still can’t kiss my own neck;