He calls me the Shepherd. I call him the Wolf. Allegorical of Winston Wolf.
In appreciation of his problem solving abilities, the Shepherd keeps the wolf fed, looking the other way from time to time, allowing him to feast on the lesser sheep. It helps keep the herd lean, and the dogs of doom at an arms’ length.
Now the winds of Thor are blowing cold; and the Shepherd, with his verbose solemnity, prefers to follow the wolf’s lead. They choose the path where no one goes. They ask no quarter.
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