Taking a long walk along the forested hills, you follow the quiet path along the edge of the woods, when suddenly a rustling sound catches your attention

You approach cautiously, the curiosity taken over, and as you’re about the move the leaves, suddenly a huge, overfed butt pops off, the behind stretching a pair of old pants

“Uh? What’s that?” Says a ruff, scruffy voice as the man stands up “ah! Sorry, I was too distracted by the roots I didn’t notice no one on my backtracking”

You take a look at the man, old and bloated and dressed in what you’d expect an hermit to wear, the old goat chuckles as he scratches the back of his neck