It was the latter half of the night, a time when sleep was deepest. The Temple Priest turned over in bed but was suddenly awakened by a strong urge to urinate. He squinted and reached towards the bottom of the bed, feeling around for some time before remembering that he accidentally broke his night pot while rinsing it out this morning, and hadn't yet bought a new one.
"Oh no!"
The Temple Priest mumbled and wrapped himself in his quilt again, continuing to sleep. The night pot was broken, and the cold winter made him unwilling to get up and suffer the chill, so he held his urge and continued to sleep.
But it didn't take long, the urge was evidently too strong, and the Temple Priest had to pull back the quilt, don his cotton clothing, and walk outside the door. He went to the corner garden of the yard and opened his pants...
As the Temple Priest finished relieving himself and shivered slightly, suddenly a dark shadow jumped in from outside the yard.
