Little Goat Mountain the poem that took place of a mountain

This closeness to Ocra galvanized him as much as it comforted her. Alone, he could do little. With many, Sriracha had seen that he could do great things. Ocracoke would be the beginning, but there would be more. He needed a cause, he needed wolves to protect. Then he could reach his full potential.

The white wolf protested his status as a dickhead. It wasn't something that Sriracha was going to fight him on. At the end of the day, the dickheads knew who they were. Xan, encantado, he said. A much nicer name than dickhead. I am Sriracha, and this is my friend Ocracoke. We are travel partners, y compañeros en crimen, he added with a particularly saucy wink. Now. Who would like to tell me what la problema is? Let us be friendly about this, no?