The Prize

“For my prize,” the hero demanded, “you shall create for me a hunting companion.”

The god hung his head and sighed, “to what specifications, mortal?”

“Cross the mightiest pack hunter with the deadliest killer.”

“You want me to… cross a wolf with a snake?”

“Obey! Or so help me, I will unleash such-“

“Okay, okay. Hold on. I’ll make you your fucking dachshund.”

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