Sir Moo-Rlboro ran up to the overweight baron and, using his back two hooves, he kicked the palanquin off the shoulders of the baron's cursed servants and into the air.
Sending him and the bed flying dozens of feet into the air, when the fat baron was finally coming back down to earth, the nearby priest had a suspicious-looking big elegant box that resembled an outhouse for nobles.
This made Sir Moo-Rlboro and Sir Cut-n-Run realize that this kind of thing must happen often.
*Bang*
The fat baron landed right inside the outhouse.
*Bang*
The door of the outhouse slammed shut, and the men carrying it ran off into the afternoon sun. All so business could resume normally.
One noble screamed out loud, "Praise the goddess for her foresight in being prepared for this daily issue."
All of the fat nobles nodded their heads in sympathetic understanding.
