Razzle stumbled around the forest, the vodka bottle he clutched in one hand was sloshing its contents onto the front of his pants. He had just left town and was looking for a place to crash for the night. After walking for an hour or so, he found his spot.
It was a small group of trees that provided something almost like a bed for him to sleep in.
"Now its time to sleep...bottems up...", the last ounce of alchol was tipped into his greedy mouth. He giggled a little while he unlaced his boots and shucked them to the side. At the same time a howl rippled through the night air, causing Razzle's hair to stand on end.
"Damn dogs," he mummered to himself, "GET LOST!!!!" Th shout echoed in the trees. Feeling complacent he lowered himself onto the ground and began to snore loudly.
