Everyone is missing the point in this.
Among us elderly fisherman, there is a story that is often heard but not spoken. A story of a fair maiden who befriended a soldier. She later had to let him go because she chose another - a sailor of the high seas. He wandered off into the woods where he was attacked by a pack of mad wolves. He became so distraught that every month, when the moon was full and the woman bleeding, he changed and sought her out. If he could not find her, his rage took over and he killed. Killed in a bloody manner with all kinds of unspeakable terror. Killing all whom he saw as that sailor who stole his woman.
Going to sea will not help...as he can swim.
Going high will not help...as he can climb trees.
Walking in pairs or threes will not help...as he has friends.
Now...who wants some of my fish catch today?
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