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Max Sr. was fishing at Lake Somersault, when a white rock out of nowhere struck his forehead. Blood spurted out, covering him up, and he slipped off the ledge into the lake.
Moments later, he came up, his body washed up.
Tiny brown hair had grown all over his body, he noticed.
He looked at his previous fishing spot, where the spilled blood had formed two words - Ysslac Llik.
The hairs were bulking up. He looked no less than a grizzly bear.
He thundered along the coastal rocks, to his nephew's place.
War, baby, war, he sang, his favourite song.