I Waited for the third to come, the cat would make sure of it, I went to flex my right hand, then I remembered that I had no right hand, I had a hook, I grimiced as I remebered how I got it, snow, why snow? As I ran up the slope I saw a dying wolf, I ran over to it and and put it out of its misery, I watched it as it shivered, and beathed no more, I continued up the slope, the it came, a spark, “I come to give you a gift”, it said, “what is it?” I yelled, then I saw the hook.