[sic. It has been suggested that] once upon a time there was a man with a Name.
And then there was Jack.
Whatever he was
Nowadays, it bears iterating that this was back when we all lived in the Forest.
Jack remains a clever fox.
But, many moons ago, Tom was beheld by his kin and upon being seen by them, thus became beholden onto them.
Good thing Jack was a swift fox. Jack loved Freedom & Tom loved the shape of the fox.
It was thus that we came to know Tom by the mythical stele of The green knight Parsifal.