The arse that went into hiding.

[Glebe]

There was an arse that wouldn't stop trumping, until no more could be stood. Hounded by the townsfolk, who chased it into the hills brandishing torches and pitchforks, it took refuge in a cave.

After some time had passed the weeping arse heard the townsfolk retreat. Seated in it's cold, dark hovel, the arse took time to reflect on it's actions. It pondered the mistakes it had made and contemplated the existential nature of it's existence.

As dawn broke, it exited the cavern and bravely made it's way back to the town. An angry crowd gathered as it entered the main square, but it announced to all there present that it would swear a vow never to offend the townsfolk with it's guffs again.

From that day forward, it was a changed arsed. It became popular around the vicinity, helping people with their daily chores and just generally being kind to folk and their kin. Children would laugh and wave as it passed. And it never stepped on a duck in public again, there in the township of Rockville!