You Won't Believe What Happened When Lorde Cruañes Lost His Pants!

Oh, Lorde Cruañes, the legendary warlock, the master of the arcane arts. The man who could summon lightning bolts with a flick of his wrist and make mountains crumble with a single incantation. But even the mightiest of wizards can make the most embarrassing of mistakes.

It was a crisp autumn evening, and Lorde Cruañes was strolling through the enchanted forest, his long, flowing robe trailing behind him like a silken shadow. He was deep in thought, concocting a new spell, when suddenly, he tripped on a gnarled root and went sprawling head over heels into a patch of thorny bushes.

• "Blast it!" he exclaimed, brushing the thorns from his robe. "Clumsy buffoon."

As he got to his feet, he realized with horror that his pants had been torn clean off in the fall. There he stood, in the middle of the enchanted forest, stark naked except for his pointy wizard's hat.

A moment of panic washed over him. What would he do? He couldn't possibly return to his castle in such a state of undress.

But then, a mischievous grin spread across Lorde Cruañes' face. He had always been known for his quick wit and sense of humor. And so, with a flick of his wrist, he conjured a pair of enchanted trousers, which appeared around his legs as if by magic.

The trousers were a sight to behold. They were made of the finest velvet, with intricate embroidery depicting scenes of arcane rituals. And they had one rather unusual feature: they were invisible.

With a satisfied chuckle, Lorde Cruañes continued his walk through the forest, his enchanted trousers concealing his lack of undergarments. He encountered several woodland creatures along the way, but none seemed to notice his peculiar attire.

As he approached his castle, he decided to play a little prank on his loyal butler, Jenkins.

• "Jenkins!" he called out.

Jenkins, a portly old man with a habit of misplacing his spectacles, came shuffling into the hallway.

• "Yes, Master Cruañes?" he asked.

• "Jenkins, old chap," Lorde Cruañes said, with a twinkle in his eye, "would you be so kind as to clean my trousers?"

Jenkins' eyes widened in surprise.

• "But... but, Master Cruañes," he stammered, "you're not wearing any trousers."

• "Oh, but I am, Jenkins," Lorde Cruañes replied, with a sly grin. "They're just... invisible."

Jenkins stared at Lorde Cruañes for a long moment, his jaw hanging open. Then, with a chuckle, he said, "Very well, Master Cruañes. I'll do my best to clean your... invisible trousers."

And so, Lorde Cruañes played his prank on the unsuspecting Jenkins, who spent the next hour diligently scrubbing and polishing the invisible trousers, much to the amusement of his master.

From that day forward, the tale of Lorde Cruañes and his invisible trousers became a legend in the enchanted forest. And whenever anyone asked Lorde Cruañes about the most embarrassing moment of his life, he would simply chuckle and say, "Well, there was that time I lost my pants in the forest... but don't worry, they were invisible."