Contentedly napping, Rockall hardly noticed the sharp bang of a short howitzer going off in the far distance, nor the faint whistling of the 25-pound projectile careening through the air on a direct impact course. He did certainly notice a brilliant flash engulfing him as something cold, hard, and metallic plowed into his backside, however. Ears left ringing and quite swollen as the payload detonated, blasting his rump and body with a significant amount of that peculiar form of radiation, he eventually came back to his senses as he felt his right rumpcheek getting casually brushed by the leafy top of the tree he was napping under only a moment ago, his butt now easily over twice the size of his own belly, even with it having swollen up as well.

From the far end of the range, near the forest where the gun was now cooling off, a dull clank was heard as a golden pegasus struck his helmet in the process of facehooving.

Part 4 of a commission for Rockall