The continuing exploits of Mr. Finnegan as he conquers the world with his cuteness.

I roam the wilderness in beast form, leaping from tree to tree.

This is the way to my lair

The cold wind blows through my mane of tangled fur as I pursue the elk herd through the forest. My wild blood pumps in my animal veins, my senses alive with my heightened powers.

Name is Wilde, Finnegan Wilde.

None can tame me, for I am the wild man of the woods, loose in the world and free of all fetters.

Upward and into the sky!

And soon I shall shed this earth-bound animal form and take the form of the eagle, and I shall soar high above the clouds and there meet with my brothers, Sun and Moon.