“Shepherd, shepherd, shepherd… you’re baying like a wolf. Don’t you know, you shouldn’t frighten your flock. Here they are, gathered to listen.”
With a broad gesture of his cane, he indicates the stones. They’re still sitting there, outside of Mulcahy’s reach, like a group of tiny people gathered far, far down at the base of the mountain on which the good father stands.
“Go on, now. Preach.”
He’s speaking so quietly, so calmly, as if Mulcahy wasn’t just having a meltdown.
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Date: 2024-12-24 11:44 pm (UTC)With a broad gesture of his cane, he indicates the stones. They’re still sitting there, outside of Mulcahy’s reach, like a group of tiny people gathered far, far down at the base of the mountain on which the good father stands.
“Go on, now. Preach.”
He’s speaking so quietly, so calmly, as if Mulcahy wasn’t just having a meltdown.