Oh and there was that one time he blundered into a frosted-over marsh with half-frozen water and nearly ran head first into a horrible thing that resembled a bulldog made out of scales, with a maw as wide as Handy was tall. It had a body the size of a large pony with six legs and had far too many teeth. That had not been a fun afternoon. Thankfully, whatever the fuck it was got grabbed by something bigger and tentacled and was dragged deeper into the marsh, squealing and yelping.