The Worst Job in the World?

I went on a Survival weekend, many, many moons ago. We were split into small groups and dropped somewhere in the countryside at midnight, The aim was to make our way back to the camp, faster than any other group, lose points if we were spotted by anyone and, crucially, deal with any incidents we came across on the way.
One of these was a car accident (staged) with casualties scattered across the road. "My" blood covered casualty was hanging out of the car, "unconscious". As I struggled to check that he was breathing, he started whispering "Take my teeth out" which was a bit unexpected - but I did!!
Throwing yourself in a wet ditch surrounded by nettles to avoid being spotted, hiding behind a hedge and hearing heavy breathing nearby was also unexpected, especially when the breather drew nearer and nearer, loomed up in the moonlight and turned out to be a cow!!!
I'm pleased to report that our group reached home first and we had a beach bonfire lit and toast made before anyone else returned.
Whenever I'm in that area now, I remember that crazy weekend, firefighting, lifesaving and climbing in and out of hut windows, late at night to share a few cans!!