There are times when even Gods have to paddle their own canoe. Well, some cargoes are too precious to end up the creek without a paddle. When there are souls to be ferried and corn distribution to be taken care of, you need to run a tight canoe.
Corn Gods don’t do water, and without wheels it’s waterways all the way. And guess who has right of way at all times?
Old Jaguar Paddler sits in the bow and streams through the night shift, and Old Stingray Paddler dabbles away from the stern to the daytime.