Bouncing off another silver birch, the light sports car spun, then slid sideways until a few feet later the wheels on his side dug into the soft soil. The car flipped then barrel-rolled enough times that he lost count, before it slammed mercilessly into the unyielding trunk of an oak tree. At the top of the slope, the creature looked down at the wrecked car, hesitated, then hurried away.
Well he certainly made a mess of his fancy sports car
