It’s summer 1940 after the surrender of France, you’re a pilot who’s been shot down and had to bail from their plane. You pull the parachute and slowly drift down into a small forest somewhere in France. Your parachute gets tangled up in a tree and makes you float some 2 meters from the ground with your back against the tree, stuck there. After a little while you spot a German soldier, she walks up to you and looks up at you with a smile.

“Well, how’d you get up there then?”

She starts laughing a little before putting her MP38 down on the ground and pulls out her bayonet.

“You’re British right? RAF? Well, anyways lets get you down from there.”