Meet Odin, guardian of Friar’s Mom’s Ski Fortress of Solitude.
Though Odin stands proud now, it wasn’t always so.
He came from humble origins.
A month ago, someone had thrown out several boxes of Christmas decorations at the ski hill garbage transfer station.
This feller was sitting on top, and (being ever the packrat freecycler), Friar”s Mom rescued him, and gave him a place in her home.
And naturally, she decided to call him Odin.
(Though where she got the Viking influence, I can’t POSSIBLY imagine!)
So now Odin guards our Ski Fortress.
And we put offerings of bread at his feet, to feed the woodland varmints.
Like the Stellar Jays and squirrels who come to feed.
Who sometimes knock him over.
But we always prop him up again.
Because you don’t want to anger the Viking Ruler of Asgard.