Thoracic Animus (8)

   
   "Thoracic Animus (8)"
  
   Mutt adored his Eastern Orthodoxy; specifically, knowing the Hebrews had Passover, and that the angel of death would not take from a house stained with the blood of the lamb.  And for Mutt, he would visit his Uncle in Eastern Dakota, and they would celebrate the Paschal Lamb, eating tsoureki, a type of Easter bread, non-pagan, and prepare lamb with rosemary, sea salt, and pepper.
   Indeed, it was life.  Escape if admitted, and if you do not admit Him--not goods news. 
   And while he could stay and laugh with his Uncle all day and night, his mother's brother had even more sublime intentions as a Yankee Cooter.  Was like:  "Come on Mutt.  Let's get some 75 pound crossbows with laser sightings; next, we'll hunt Hairy Man; I always wanted to get me some Hairy Man."
   For some reason, it always went back to Bigfoot for Mutt, having watched the Six Million Dollar Man back in they day, knowing they came in inter-dimensional, disc-shaped craft.  Oh well, he got his depressed dog Buckwheat, said an Iroquois chant, blessed himself with the Trinity's purpose, and boarded his Uncle's Ford Ranchero with a factory hood induction and dual exhaust, in search of that sum bitch, Hairy Man.