Steal the dress.

I creep down the hill toward the washing line. I can see villagers bustling back and forth across the town's single street. Occasionally one of them glances my way, forcing me to duck down into the bushes and hope they didn't spot me. If I'm caught it's all over. Well, not really. They'd probably just point and laugh. It wouldn't ruin my life or anything. But pointing and laughing is bad enough as far as I'm concerned.

They're just simple villagers, though. Easy for an expert adventurer like me to outwit. It's nerve-wracking, but I manage to get down into the yard of the cottage without being seen. I take a deep breath and dart out into open air, hoping no-one comes out the back door at the wrong moment.

My luck holds. I snatch the dress off the line, and in less then a heartbeat I have it pulled on over my head. I exhale in relief. I'm clothed again! No longer at risk of public humiliation! It's a little bit too big for me, flapping loosely around my knees, but it's much, much better than being naked.

I dart away from the scene of the crime, grateful that I got out of that situation with my dignity intact. Whew. After all that excitement, I feel like I need a drink.