You're travelling alone on Sherwood forest's road when an arrow strikes the ground at your feet. "Hail!" It's a wonder you missed the fox lumbering through the undergrowth, and taking up the entire road. He's enormous! Every part of him is fat, soft, and thick, his green tunic barely covering his pillowy chest. Brandishing his bow, he bows, his belly pressing against the ground. "You have the good fortune of crossing paths with Robin Hood- you wouldn't have a spot of lunch on you, would you?"