One day Rand al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn, Lord of the Morning, Ruler of Tear, Car'a'carn, and to nearly everyone He Who is Most Despised, was taking a crap in the woods. He had picked a lovely spot, surrounded by bushes, under the spread branches of a tree, in convenient reach of a large-leafed plant. As he was squatting there, with his britches round his ankles he was feeling quite smug with himself. He was enjoying the feel of the fresh air on his hairy and freckled backside.
Just as he was about to put some serious effort into passing his log, he heard some rustling in the branches above his head. Looking upwards expecting to see a chipmunk or squirrel he was quite surprised when a bloody great Dark Hound leapt out from behind the tree and quite literally scared the crap out of him. As he scrambled with his pants the Dark Hound was busy slobbering its acid drool all over his manly bits. Then they fell off, and Rand no longer had any reason to feel smug. HA!
Just as he was about to put some serious effort into passing his log, he heard some rustling in the branches above his head. Looking upwards expecting to see a chipmunk or squirrel he was quite surprised when a bloody great Dark Hound leapt out from behind the tree and quite literally scared the crap out of him. As he scrambled with his pants the Dark Hound was busy slobbering its acid drool all over his manly bits. Then they fell off, and Rand no longer had any reason to feel smug. HA!
