Emberwood house rules, sammy

There are better ways to wake up than to the soft, warm smell of fresh poop wafting straight inside one's nostrils. But that is, what greeted Merlin that day, when he had decided to nap inside a well-hidden hollow earlier. He scrunched his nose in disgust, opened his eyes, blinked few times - first peered over to see, if he had by any way "assaulted" himself by accident, then peeked outside the den to see a nice pile of poop few feet away. 

Had it not been for footfalls nearby, Merlin would have sworn to himself and gone to find another place to nap. Now, however, he did not want to miss the opportunity to be rude to the bastard itself. Therefore he drew himself out of the den and bounded after the guy, who was not so difficult to find, now that he had clearly left a pungent sign that read in red block letters "I WAS HERE!". "Hey, YOU!" Merlin called out to the guy. "Go, pick that up and bring it elsewhere. Some people try to sleep and you shit right outside their doorstep!"