An account on being shit raided

On one fine day I was strolling down a pathway after the last turn on my right.

As I walk and pondered on the many things that preoccupied my mind, suddenly a mad man turned up from nowhere.

Unkempt, foul-smelling and ungroomed, he flung his arms into the air and mumbled an array of bizarre chants.

I was held back by the sight of him, and so I stood very still.

He walked up closely, eyed me, and threw a pack of human droppings right where my feet were.

"Clean it up." He said, and laughed an awfully eerie laugh. The next moment, he had danced away.

I took off my dirty shoes, left them there and walked barefooted home down another path.