Back in ought 03 Berra and I had a partnership. We were headed to the Yukon to mine for gold. I had a deed to the biggest vein of gold ever known to man. I had won said deed in a poker game from ol 4 finger Furlong, who had lost most of his digits wrasslin' a two ton Kodiak.
Anyway, with the deed and map to the claim in my possession and Berra funding the venture we headed by steamboat to Alaska. After, a grueling 3 month journey by dog sled we arrived at the mine. Boy oh boy, ol Furlong weren't joshing. There was gold dust up the wahoo in them thar hills. I found a nugget the size of my goiter and let me tell you, I got a goiter the size of a cantaloupe. After 5 more months of a pickin' and a diggin' we loaded up our dog team were ready to head back to civilization to cash in our fortune. As we were about to leave Berra aims his musket at me and says, "I'll be headed back alone." He then took off with all the gold and the remainders of our food and even had me strip down naked and raced off laughing fiendishly.
What could I do besides start walking? I made it about week before I fell face down in a snow drift. Winter was coming and I had no hope. I don't know how long I laid there,but a new sensation came over me. I felt like I was in the the warmest, toastiest bed snuggled up in a blanket. I felt something warm hitting my face and woke up to find myself dog piled by a pack of wolves with one of them licking me. For some reason the wolves decided to take me into their pack.
Soon, I was making myself useful as a member of the pack. I was helping in the hunt, running on all fours taking down elk with my teeth. We had an alpha Wolf that I named Gray Ghost, for his ability to sneak up on prey as silent as the fog. Grey Ghost was a mighty patriarch respected by all the wolves except one. This dastardly wolf I had named Berra, after the conniving man who had left me stranded in the wilderness. Berra Wolf was jealous of Gray Ghost.
One brisk evening the pack was chasing a large bull moose. The largest moose I had ever seen. We had it backed up against the edge of a cliff and the moose turned to stand his ground. Members of the pack were throwing themselves at the moose only to be struck down by his mighty hooves and formidable antlers. Then, Gray Ghost squared off with the moose. The moose plunged his head down and tried to charge Gray Ghost. Gray Ghost leaped upwards of 10 feet and jumped clear over the moose. The moose spun around to face off again. Gray Ghost saw an opportunity to sink his fangs into the moose's throat. The two beats were locked into a mortal struggle at the edge of the cliff.
The traitorous Berra Wolf saw his own opportunity and struck his body against Gray Ghost and the moose sending them both plummeting over the cliff. He looked proudly at the stunned pack and tried to mount the lead she-wolf to show his position as the new Alpha Male. I felt my blood boil and sprang at Berra Wolf. I felt his fangs ripped the flesh on my chest as I slashed at his belly with the own jaws. I feigned an attack and when he hesitated a moment I grasped his throat in my jaws and tore it out. As Berra Wolf lay dying in the snow I realized that I was now the Alpha Male of the pack.
In an act some may deem unnatural I coupled with the lead she-wolf and in the spring she bore a litter. Of my offspring one in particular stood out. A brave and rambunctious little fellow, I named him Ralph . I taught Ralph the ways of the wolf and prepared him to take the leadership role. I found myself longing to return to civilization. I mostly missed pizza and beer. When Ralph was two years old I though the was ready. The pack ran with me to a remote trading post. I bid them farewell and caught a supply plane into Anchorage.
A week later, I was back in the contiguous US. I logged onto the internet and soon learned that Berra (The human) had this private skatepark, no doubt financed by our gold. I was ready to let bygones be bygones. It had been a tough few years, but I learned a lot about myself and was stronger because of it. I took a bus to LA and went straight to the Berrics, with my newly purchased set up in hand. My first board in years. I knocked on the door and who should answer but Berra himself. he gave me me an amused look and scoffed,"I thought I left your pathetic ass back in Alaska."
"Well, I'm back, "I replied , "Are you going to let me skate or what?"
He mulled it over a moment, looked me in the eyes and said "Or what." and slammed the door in my face.
Does that answer you question?