Orphaned at a young age, I was raised by wolves. It was under their care that I gained an appreciation of the Classics--I would read Aristophanes by the moonlight in our den. Sadly, the day had arrived when I was destined to move on since wolves lead such tragically short lives. I then wandered the world from Charlotte to Atlanta. One day during my travels, I chanced upon a little man that offered to grant me three wishes. I ate well that night, but in hindsight, I should have gone with the wishes. Eventually, I chanced upon an old...more
