Yellowfang is catapulted from the time machine and lands, rather aptly, in a patch of thistles. Wikipedia gracefully lands, unharmed, beside her, a flicker of a smile dancing upon her virtual lips. The pair survey the setting, revealing a marshy, damp piece of land. They are watching a medieval massacre from the top of a small hill.

Yellowfang: Oww! What godforsaken place have we landed in now, genius? 

Wikipedia: 24th June, 1314, Scotland.

Yellowfang: *pulls thistles from her tail, wincing* What happens here?

Wikipedia:  A battle. The battle of Bannockburn was rather significant in the First Scottish War of Independence, and was raged between Robert the Bruce of Scotland and King Edward II of England. It being in Scotland, the conditions were rather... well, soggy.

Yellowfang: What about the dude on the tiny horse? The one with the massive battle-axe?

Wikipedia: That'd be Robert the Bruce. He's riding a palfrey, which is a small horse. 

But here facts fall on deaf ears, as Yellowfang is already trotting into the battle, her gaze fixed upon the infamous battleaxe, and, unfortunately, not where she is going.

Wikipedia: Watch out! For that–

Yellowfang: Mud! Gorgeous, glorious sticky mud!

Sucking sounds can be heard above the noises of the battle as Yellowfang is pulled into the marsh. 

Yellowfang: Wikipedia, do something! *tries to pull herself out*

Wikipedia: Watch out! The Scots have forced the English into a retreat, and they're coming you're way!

Yellowfang swivels to see the diminished English cavalry galloping towards her. Her eyes widen in fear as images of minced, mangled, shredded and trampled cat fling themselves into her mind. However, suddenly the horses disappear, leaving only their confused riders. 

Yellowfang: What?

Wikipedia: As the English attempted retreat, they mistakenly crossed the marsh and were, ahem, a little bogged down. The Scots pushed them back to the steep banks of the river until they finally managed to retreat, chased by their opponents. It was a remarkable defeat by the Scots; they were outnumbered by 3 to 1, yet killed 11,000 of their opponents.

Yellowfang: That's all very nice, but I really could do with a hand.

Wikipedia: I really don't think you'll need one.

The time machine begins to flash, and a glare of blue light sucks Yellowfang and Wikipedia into it's strangely glowing depths.

Written by Arty! 🐈