After seeing poor Danz with that pitiful bear hide, I figured he was worth something more than that. So I went out in the woods, found a bear, like a real swede, killed it with a convenient rock and skinned it.
When cleaned, I sent it to Danz, but sadly it got stuck in customs. I had to resort to drawing him in it instead. Here’s my grandpa posing with it as a reference.
Actually only three things in that story really is true.