A Dwarf named Huri lived upon a Mountain, his small Homestead viewed down upon a village of Farmers. these People were peaceful Farmers which only wished to prepare for the Winters. Huri however was over 200yrs old, he lived alone and told himself Tales he made up himself. he muttered them to himself so often that he believed them to be true. after years of telling himself tales he began to fear the Farmers, he watched them from afar as they cut their Wheat and bred their Pigs. he always said to himself that these Farmers were cutting their Wheat as practice for when they invade his tiny homestead. He feared the Pigs were vicious creatures who he thought when they grew fat and large they were taken into a Hut and trained to murder Dwarves. He always said "Them Pigs go into those Huts and a bag of meat comes out, i fear they are trained to kill Dwarves in the Hut! My Brethren turned into baskets of meat by these foul Pigs!".
He thought the Humans were vile, he thought the feasted upon the Flesh of his captured Dwarven Friends.