Medusa strikes!

I was walking my dog at the park. My dog is prone to chasing squirrels. He sees a squirrel and chases it. He drags me head first into a tree with low hanging branches. I try to move and I realize my hair is stuck in the tree foliage. I struggle, as my dog pulls me deeper into the tree and gets me even more entangled. Two cute little girls come running up and ask if they can pet my dog. Part of the reason I am stuck is that I can't let go of my little monster of a dog. "No," I said, "he's not a good dog." I was a little panicky at this point, afraid that my dog would bite them. One of the girls says. "Are you stuck?" I say, "Yes, I am." The little girl says, with every confidence, "My daddy is coming and he will help you." So her dad comes and she says, "Daddy the lady's hair is stuck in the tree." Her dad starts laughing and comes over to unwrap my hair from the branches. I was ever so grateful!