A howl rends the peaceful atmosphere of the night asunder They come And there is no way to sate their ravening hunger They will not be deterred...not until you throw the stick? Wait, what in the heck is going on here? Christopher Richter might not have said his prayers every night, and his heart was as pure as anyone else...
Heed the old poem, "Even a man who's pure of heart and says his prayers at night, may become a....poodle?