A soft breeze caresses the trees as a family of foxes playfully tumble through the grass and a fawn watches on from the top of a hill. Until the calm is broken by a flatulent hairy dwarf howling Danny Boy as he clips his toenails between slugs of hard cider from the oversized flagon by his side. A good loud fart interrupts his warbling and he shouts "Lovely!" before he returns to his tune. The fawn sprints away and the foxes stop their game to stare in his direction.

Noticing he has attracted attention to himself he chuckles, chugs from his cider flagon, belches and continues to sing changing the lyrics to Danny Boy to:

Oh Mickey boy your arse, your arse is calling, I think you may have really shit yourself this time!

It seems you've set the fawns a running, you're gonna need a change of trousers by your side

As his toe pruning continues the foxes, downwind of this midget menace, decide to move on to another glen.