Amos Hart--Sheepdog & Gom Jabbar

   
   "Amos Hart--Sheepdog & Gom Jabbar"
   
   Okay.  Ginger was a Nun.  A hound for the Lord.  A Dominican.  Chaste, save her nicotine habit; specifically, an ascetic Nun who burned Chief Mojo Rising.  Good for her.  Back in the 1950's--a Nun could have a smoke break.  
   Amos Hart was a dog, in many ways.  Every Good Shepherd needs a sheepdog.  Ginger said to Amos:  "My friends had this dog they said was human; next, the mutt tore open a chatty chipmunk in gory fashion.  The dog was just a savage animal."
   Amos replied:  "What?  Are you the rainbow-eating angel spirit-feeder.  Like you haven't eaten meat.  Cows have PAX in their eyes.  And Jesus cast the demons into swine; thus, I'll bet he was a real Hebrew.  Totally, I bet he never ate a pork chop."
   "You're such a brat."  The words from Sister Ginger.
   Amos knew he had to trap a coyote.  But when setting a trap for second unto the Great Spirit--the animal usually traps you.  Amos meekly kissed Ginger's hand, she was a Sister, maybe his, saying:  "There is no way out."
   Yet Ginger also vocalized mercy: "A sheepdog never goes to slaughter.  And if he does, puppies are golden.  Get me?  I've already played the pestering part of steroids and their side-effects.  Now, take your hand out of the Gom Jabbar.  Too, save some bunnies, will ya . . ."