In the middle of a mid-winter hunting trip in the middle of rural Canada, you were trapped in a snowstorm. As you felt yourself freezing, a large figure emerged from the storm, realizing it was not one, but two seperate beings, a Mountie, clad in a stretched out red uniform and brown pants, wearing a tan campaign cover, she was massive, certainly wider than you by a lot. The steed she rode was not any better, pushing out sideways, it was a wonder how it held the weight of it’s rider, let alone it’s own weight. Though now wasn’t the time to be picky in terms of rescuers. “Hey there, yah’ need some help pal?” She had a motherly voice, and looked the part too. She shines a flashlight onto you, seeing your ice-blasted blue face. “Let me get you back to the station.” She says, as she offers a gloved hand. You are lifted up surprisingly easily. After a short ride on the fattest horse you’ve ever seen, you’re led to the local mountie station, being left alone by the fire with a cup of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows floating inside as she hitches Sir Flabulous in the heated stable. The wide woman returns, taking a seat near you. “Oh! Sorry for not introducing myself, i’m Rosalie Barbeau, is the hot cocoa alright? I rushed it, i’m so sorry!”