Once upon a time, there was a wizard named Harold who lived in a small village. He was known for his magical abilities, which were unmatched by anyone in the land. But despite his talent, Harold had a problem that made him feel embarrassed and ashamed.
You see, every time he cast a spell, he would inevitably end up shitting himself. This had been going on for as long as he could remember, and no matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to stop it.
One day, Harold was approached by a group of villagers who were in dire need of his help. They had been terrorized by a powerful dragon that was breathing fire and destroying everything in its path. The villagers had nowhere else to turn, so they asked Harold to use his magic to defeat the dragon.
Harold was hesitant at first, knowing that casting a spell would likely result in him soiling himself once again. But he couldn't ignore the pleas of the villagers, so he agreed to help.
With a deep breath and a shake of his head, Harold stepped forward and began to cast the spell. Just as he suspected, as soon as the magic began to flow through him, he felt a warm, wet sensation spreading across his backside. But he refused to let his embarrassment stop him. He continued to cast the spell with all his might, determined to save the village.
In a brilliant flash of light, the dragon was defeated, and the villagers cheered and cheered. Harold was hailed as a hero, and he was grateful for the opportunity to help others.
From that day forward, Harold embraced his problem and learned to use it to his advantage. He became known as the "Wizard Who Shits Himself," and people came from far and wide to witness his magical prowess. And although he may have been the butt of a few jokes, Harold was proud of who he was and the power he possessed.