The Death of King Cakes

A monster wolf all stained with mud breaks forth from the marsh, his thundering jaws thick covered with vile foam and clotted blood. He never paused to sate his ravenous hunger with the first cattle that he fell upon, but mangled the whole herd as if at war. Some of us, while we defended him, were wounded with his fatal bite and killed. The shore and nearest waves were red with blood and marshy fens were filled with mournful sounds, the longing of our cattle. We must not hesitate, we must unite before all is destroyed. Take up your arms, arms, and unite, I say, and bear our weapons for the cause of right"