To hell with it, everything you do just makes your situation worse. You might as well just give up and accept that latex donkey butt, at least until you can think of ways to deal with it tomorrow.
Hours later, you wake in a daze. You can vaguely remember doing... uh... something the night before, but you just can't put your finger on what it was. Oh well, must not have been important, you tell yourself as you go to take an early morning dump. You walk into your bathroom, try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, and then sit on the toilet to do number two. It feels weird though, like you're sitting on a thick cushion... you don't remember getting a toilet cushion. Is that what you did last night?
You get up and turn around to check, but you don't see a cushion on your porcelain throne. Weird... You sit back down, and feel that cushion again. "A-HA!", you shout as you quickly turn to find that... there's still nothing there. You try to think, scratching your scalp as well as your rubbery butt... rubbery? Isn't your butt usually not made of rubber?
That's when it hits you. All the memories of the night before - the wolf attack, the puddles, your pink latex donkey rear - come back to you in an instant, nailing you like a freight train. You find that you can only do what any stable, ordinary person would do in this situation: scream your freaking head off.