The lowly peasant feller with the ironically unfortunate name of Noble backed up against the bark of a birch tree beleaguered, battered. Fury scratches bleeding crimson agony across his face from the sudden random plot twist battle with the wild lynx.
"A lynx in gloves catches no rabbit!" snarled the ferocious felidae monster as it went for the throat. The lowly gardner dismayed and yet not wanting to kill the lynx but bring him into the noble quest plot line shed a tear of pain and yet mercy and opened his mouth and a sword of fire came out of it and turned the lynx into a pair of thermal gloves. The gardner praised Jesus, and put on the warm fuzzy gloves.
Suddenly the telepathic voice of the lynx entered his mind saying "gee, what a plot twist you turned my character into fuzzy gloves, but I'm still alive."
The gardner laughed at the lynx now turned into thermal gloves. "Shh said Noble the gardner foreshadowingly, I'll change you back as a plot twist later, but first we must proceed to the mythical Himalayas in search of sir Tintin to aid him in his noble quest.........and you know, I heard it was cold up in them thar mountains, gonna need some thermal gloves."