“Never would I have dreamed that someone would be so foolish as to train a horned hound, but there it was. I dangled in a mossy coat from a glipwood tree, trying with little success to sketch a gulpswallow in flight, when inches below I heard the unmistakable panting of this mighty beast.
When I saw the spiked collar on its neck I nearly fell to the ground in shock. Who would be mad enough to do such a thing? Whoever it was, they now resided in the she-hound’s belly. Of this I am certain.
Their pups, it must be said, are quite cuddly.”