I still get misty when I remember my pet raccoon Willy. Willy had already lost all four legs defending me from prior attacks by bandit raiders. We came under attack again and the raiders made it inside our base and a bandit cornered me in my bedroom, I was finished for sure! Willy wriggled on his belly across the floor and bit the ankle of the bandit who began shooting at Willy, giving me time to charge the bandit and take him down but Willy had been shot!

Willy saved my life, but he was critically injured and dying. We rushed Willy to the medical bay and managed to stabilize him. Not only would Willy live, while in surgery the doctor was able to attach four new wooden peg legs! When Willy was awake and healed he was able to scamper across the potato fields on his new wooden legs, hero and protector of our village!