Would you rather have to tell a potential employer that you were late to your job interview because you were chased by a poodle or mistaken for a notorious bank robber?
Narnia. Chance of meeting my Savior in the form of Aslan. No contest.
Would you rather be pretty good at playing five musical instruments, good enough to be worth hearing....or be _incredibly_ good on just one instrument?
The former, probably because I'm more that way anyhow. I can play several at which I'm okay, enough to be in band at my university this semester; but I'm the lowest flute chair for a reason!
Would you rather be hit on the head by a copy of War and Peace dropped from twenty feet above you or by an acorn dropped from one hundred feet above you?
I agree about it being the worst way to die...that or a tie with being suffocated. But if you were being burned at the stake, hopefully the smoke would make you pass out before you actually started burning up.
Would you spend three days in a simulator (drat, I know I spelled that wrong!) which made your mind believe that you were being buried alive, or spend three months in solitary confinement in a room that was 5x5 ft. square, with no windows?