The blood spilt
A few days ago I unearthed a wolf in sheep’s clothing, one that jumped when prodded and started behaving in an erratic and untypical fashion as soon as it was confronted with a pike. If you are thinking what on earth I was doing poking a wolf with a large fresh water fish, then think again. A Pike was a long defensive weapon about eight foot long sharpened at one end and or topped with an iron…
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