Napoleon and his senior officers are reviewing a map on a hill with a view of the potential battlefield near the town of Waterloo.
The Emperor of the French practically jumps out of his boots when he was startled by a loud horse whinny right in his ear. Surprised he turns around.
And steps right in it. A fresh steaming heap of fresh horse road apples. No horse to be seen anywhere.
“Merde!” he cries astonished looking about for some horse that appeared then vanished without a trace other than the ones he’s just trod upon. How can that be?
From the woods the men hear a nicker, but somehow it sounds more like a snicker.