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  • Go wild with the wild

    2008-8-02

                                  Go wild with the wild(26----27)

                                            ----Jesse

                                         (26)

                                            walk

            A couple of weeks passed by, Zizi could walk with the help of the windowsill.

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  • Go wild with the wild

    2008-8-02

                                  Go wild with the wild(24----25)

                                        --------Jesse(original)

                                           (24)

            It was nearly daylight. The owner of the house, the middle-aged man heard the howls and the barking of dogs. He rose, and went out with a shootgun, to make sure what had happened.

            Peeping through the crack of the gate, he saw a red bundle lying on the doorway at a distance. Around there was no shadow of wolves. he opened the gate, and strode out. When he checked the bundle, he was extremely startled. It was everything other than a wolf, although it was struggling, wriggled, and howling. the hairy something's howling was clearly mixed with cries of a human. All of a sudden it occurred to him that it was a baby, brought up by wolves.

            He brought it home, thinking that it was a baby, nothing serious. He untied the bundle, and out came Purple. Purple twisted her face, looked him up and down and made an attempt to escape. 

            This was an awkward meeting, one the savior, the other the wild baby, and one 42 years of age, the other only 1 year old, and one with a cheerful smile, the other with a twisted face. She had no idea of the man present, and he had no idea of what had happened to the poor baby. Yes, she was a girl baby, and she had undoubtedly been with wolves, no doubt.

            He tried his best to show friendliness and kindness to her. Finally she changed her hostile attitude, and settled down.

            When the she-wolf caught sight of the man fetch Purple, she was half-afraid, and half joyful. She was afraid of Purple being hurt. Would he recognize her as a human? After Purple was brought indoors, she was convinced that Purple was lucky to be accepted into mankind. She, Purple, would no longer remain a wild baby, and she would certainly feel the human warmth and kindness.

            The she-wolf howled for long, and Green and Yellow joined her. The howling was just like a steam whistle announcing the return of a ship, or a start of a journey. It sounded as if the howling was overflowed with too much attachment and affection, which the she-wolf had offered the whole year. Was she reluctant to desert Purple this way? The howling implied to us that she couldn't bear to part with Purple. Perhaps this was a lengthy separation, which would make them two worlds away, one the human, and the other the wild. They were throughly separated, with no hope of meeting again.

           However, Purple was home, and she would belong here, living her human life. The she-wolf was relieved. They left the forest, occasionally turned back, and ran their eyes over the house.

                                       (25)

                                      Home

            From here, Purple was called another name, Zizi, and the middle-aged man, we called him Uncle Hill. From the time Zizi was accepted into the life of Uncle Hill, everything would change. Zizi was unhappy, thinking of escaping from here. She thought of her mother, the she-wolf, and her two siblings, Green and Yellow. There, she was free, and happy. She could breathe fresh air, enjoy the scenery of the meadow, and play with her playmates.

            Now, she was held here as a prisoner. She was outraged frequently, destroying everything. At last Uncle Hill had to fasten her with a string, but the next morning, he threw the string away. He thought that this was not the right way to treat a wild baby, and she was too young to bear the cruelty. It was unfair, for she was a human, not a wild animal. Therefore, he was kind to her more and more. Uncle Hill knew Zizi lacked motherly love, and she couldn't understand everything of the human world.

            Zizi needed time, only by which she could restore to what she deserved to be, as well as love, with which she could recover more quickly. Uncle Hill tried to talk to her, although she didn't see. She would see, and understand sooner or later.

            Zizi was horribly excited at night. Whenever it was bright and the moon was shining lightly, Zizi was disquiet and uneasy. she tended to howl for long. At this Uncle Hill couldn't bear and nearly went mad, because each time Zizi howled, the dogs were crazy, and the house was never quiet and silently.

            What's more, Zizi showed no interest in food Uncle Hill cooked for her. She preferred raw meat more than anything else. This troubled Uncle Hill for a long time. He had no choice but to resist. What comforted him was Zizi could smile at him when he brought her meat. What mattered was nothing but this. As long as Zizi could smile, she could surely walk, talk and grow up into a human girl. As Uncle Hill thought of this, he smiled.(to be continued)  

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  • Go wild with the wild

    2008-7-31

                                       Go wild with the wild(23----24)

                                           --------Jesse(original)

                                           (23)

                                 A journey home

            They returned to the cave in silence.

            The whole night was a long one, which made the she-wolf sleepless and nervous. What would I do with Purple? Leaving her as she was? Or some way else?

            Toward dawn, the snow ceased. The she-wolf woke up all her children. Then she found the bundle and tricked Purple into it, then she packed it as if a mother was packing her bundle. Even the she-wolf wondered whether she could get Purple into the bundle and tied it up. Finally she made it. In fact she only randomly coiled it up, and thus Purple was trapped in.

            The she-wolf hang it with her mouth, and then she asked Green and Yellow to follow her. Purple was first in the bundle, and she struggled in vain, hoping to get out of the awsome position. For her, the bundle was nothing but a trap. How did Purple know that it was once her craddle, which was carefully tied up by her own mother? Did she feel the scent of her mother? Did she smell the smell of her mother?

            The she-wolf ignored her, taking no notice of her oppositon. Gradually Purple was tired from it, and she fell asleep. Perhaps the true craddle was for better or worse to make a baby sleep.

            Now the whole family was on the way. Where were they going? Neither of the two cubs knew except the she-wolf.

            They walked along the bottom of the valley, about a mile, and then waded across a brook to its left bank, and continued their journey.

            Another a mile of grasslands, they saw a little forest, not far from which there were several houses, yet no sheep flocks. There were fields all around the houses.

            On the border of the grasslands, only half-farmers and half mechants had houses. Most of the year the owners carried salt and tea to the grasslands herdsmen, and at the rest of the time, they planted millets, or cereals. They hunted once in a while for a change.

            The she-wolf had known the place since she, herself, was a cub. At that time, she and her mother retreated from a night raid, and happened to pass by. She learned the forest by heart. Of course, she and her mother never made any trouble to the farmers. It was several days ago that she caught sight a middle-aged man, keeping guard. At the first sight she knew he was kind and cheerful and warmhearted. How ideal! The she-wolf made her mind to fulfill what she had planned.

            How could she make Purple ready to stay, instead of following her back to the cave, if she took Purple here and urged her to settle here? The she-wolf tried all her best to find a solution or an excuse.

            Purple was cute and understood well. Would she find the true aim of the jourey? The she-wolf was anxious about this. However, she had no choice but to act. 

            Now the destination was before them. The she-wolf ran her eyes over Purple, feeling miserable. After all, she had kept Purple company for a whole year and she had regarded Purple as her own child. Perhaps this was the last meeting, and perhaps they would see each other again ang again.

            She laid sleeping Purple, the bundle, a little far from the doorway, expecting Purple to be found easily. Meanwhile, she had to avoid the barking dogs in case that Purple could be hurt. She took Green and Yellow away lightly. The two cubs were alawys obedient to her mother, and they remained silent and peaceful.

            They hid themselves in the little forest, watching far away. Green was bright enough to realize that now they were here to see Purple off. He watched the sleeping Purple, sad in his heart.

            As soon as they desappeared from the doorway, the she-wlf howled wildly, in an intention to wake the humans up, and rouse their attention.

            All at once, the dogs began to bark beside the house. Purple was awaken. She began to howl desperately and wanted to free herself out of the bundle. but she failed.

                                       (to be continued)

      

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  • Go wild with the wild(21----22)

    2008-7-28

                           Go wild with the wild(21----22)

                                           --------Jesse(Original)

                                      (21)

                                Playmates

            Green was male, while Yellow was famale. Apart from feeding, they both were kind to Purple, and Purple got along quite will with them. Green was handsome, clever, while Yelow was plain, and dull. They two were quite the opposite.

            Purple preferred to play with Green. In her opinion, Green was more understanding than Yellow. Sometimes, they played games with their mother. "The eagle catches chickens" was one of the favourite, which the she-wolf just taught them, in order to train them to be swifter and faster.

            The she-wolf would stand firm, Green stood behind her biting her mother's tail. Yellow was at the back, biting the tail of Green. Purple played the eagle, standing face to face with the she-wolf.

            Purple turned left and right, to and fro, forwards and backwards, intending to catch green or yellow. At last, she caught Yellow, because Yellow was always slow. Now it was the turn of Yellow to play the eagle. Purple went back to the line, biting the tail of green. Of course, Yellow would remain as the eagle for quite a long time until they were all tired. 

            Ever since Purple found out she had no tail, she was sensitive to this, and every time they played, she insisted on playing the eagle, or stood at the back of the line. Once in s while she lost self-confidence, but quite soon, she recovered from it, and forgot all about this.

                                     (22)

                            Sacrifices to the deceased

            It began to snow, and harsh winter days befell the immense expanse of the wilderness. Green and Yellow were big and alert enough to go hunting alone. The she-wolf relieved to bring an end to the occupied year. She was much exausted from the care of the two cubs, except whom, she still had Purple to care for.

            Purple was stout enouh to go out alone. She was as swift as a grassland hare.

            Toward evening, it blew hard and snow was falling heavily. the she-wolf thought of that snowy evening, when she first met Purple and brought her back to the cave. This evening was rather like that. The past reminded her of the dead woman, the true mother of Purple.

            The she-wolf had long had the thought to bring Purple back to where she was last left behind. In fact, she intended to send Purple back to her world.

           A Couple of days ago, the she-wolf made an inspection tour of the nearby and she found the place where she and Purple first met a year ago. Then she made her way southwards, about 12 miles far away, to her great surprise she finally found  human dwellings.

           The snowy evening, the she-wolf got all her children together, ready to make a fresh journey.

            The pack family made their way in the wilderness one by one, with Purple at the back.

            When they got to a path bend, where there were some bushes. Here, there were nothing but bushes, however they found a mound. The she-wolf was too wise to guess, perhaps the woman was burried here by somebody else. It was not common on grasslands, but she knew clearly and well, this was right where the woman lay a year ago.

            The she-wolf stopped. She paused for quite a long time in silence, without any move. She remained motionless as if she was stricken by something that was unkown to her children. With an effort, she called Purple to come up, and howled deep to her.

            In some way, there was a tacit understanding between any mother and baby, with which a weak implication could bring them to an unspoken consensus. Now, it was just the time of this kind. Purple was a little sensible to what the she-wolf implied to her.

            It must be her grave, she thought. Then she murmured to Purple. At first Purple was in a puzzle. Finally she sensed a little, and howled at the grave for quite a ling time.

            Was it true that Purple have a sense of what was a grave? Was she in the mood of paying sacrifices to her own mother? Perhaps she was, and perhaps not. In any case the she-wolf had her long dream turned into an reality. She had and would have no regrets to Purple.  (to be continued) 

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  • Go wild with the wild(19----20)

    2008-7-28

                                 Go wild with the wild(19----20)

                                           --------Jesse (Original)

                                    (19)

                            Tears and smiles

            Purple was strong and healthy. As a mother, the she-wolf often heard cries many times before,which were merely calls, or calls for help, no wonder.

            But what surprised her was a cry into tears. One day, when they took a stroll in the grass, a thorn of a bush pricked into into one hand of Purple. Pomptly Purple let out a sharp cry, and burst into tears. She twisted her face, tears falling down her hairy cheeks. All the others startled. Green turned her eyes to Purple, and came over to comfort her, while Yellow looked dully at the crying Purple.

            The she-wolf was shocked. Purple, after all, was human, she instinctly knew how to cry, and cried into tears. The she-wolf watched and feared and looked into the eyes of Purple, where she found the whites. She knew well that humans have whites in their eyes, while wolves only have gray parts.

            The she-wolf watched the painful Purple, but she couldn't help, indeed, was helpless. 

            Purple sat down, and pulled hard the thorn out with the other hand. Then she smiled. The cheerful smile sent the she-wolf wild with joy. Meanwhile, a wave of cold spread from the neck down to the tail. No, Purple wouldn't stay here long in company. The she-wolf thought. Purple should be returned to where she came from.

            As a human creature, perhaps Purple would never belong to the wolf pack. Yes, she didn't belong here, only for the moment. It could also be called a visit, a short visit. Perhaps Heaven sent her here to experience the wild. If that was the case, Heaven was too cruel to deserve respect and worship. Look at the poor thing, she lacks everything she, as a human, deserved to have.

            "Heaven, you've made a mistake. Purple've got tears and smiles, however, she nearly lost the precious gift." The she-wolf howled harshly and roughly, wildly and madly. 

             Yes, Purple would never be a wolf, the mother decided firmly.

            At the thought of this, the she-wolf felt greatly relieved and calmed down.

                                      (20)

                                        No tail at all

            The grasslands in autumn was yellow. The she-wolf made her mind to get her children familiar with the pasture.

            She led the familyy onto the highest of the valley, overlooking the vast pasture.

            Before them, the boundless expanse of grasslands was dotted here and there with Mongolian yurts, flocks of sheep, cattle. Several herdsmen went riding on horseback, herding the animals. Sheep and cattle were grazing silently, and dozens of hounds ran to and fro, caring for the flocks.

            The she-wolf yawned sharply, letiting her children enjoying the picturesque pasture. In future, they would get more familiar with all of this, and more often they would struggle for existence by night raids or daylight robberies. They would have to deal with them regularly, as well as unfairly.

            Purple was rediculously excited at the scenes. She raised her head and howled for long. Her siblings joined her and went on howling. Only the she-wolf remained silent. She roared to the children to imply that a howl was for nights, not for days. Excitement was enough, you children, now, had no idea at all of the true life on grasslands. Yes, it was travel, wild travel.

            Purple stopped reluctently, still excited. Green and Yellow were so glad as to wag their tails wildly, which sent Purple curious. She looked back, and curled hersllf, only to find, that she had no tail at all.

           This was the first time that Purple realized she was defferent from her siblings. What was I ? She wondered. A wolf, or not? Why didn't I have the furry tail? Where did I lose it? She wondered and couldn't find an answer. Purple was so quick that she ran her eyes over her mother. Oh, by heaven, mum has got a pretty and thick furry tail. Purple was nearly in tears. Perhaps I was too young to have one, then, I would try hard to grow, grow, grow, until I was proud of having one tail.

                                             08-07-25pm9:40

         

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  • Go wild with the wild(17----18)

    2008-7-28

                                       Go wild with the wild(17----18)

                                          --------Jesse (Original)

                                     (17)

                                 Bloodiness

            The she-wolf cared for Purple in a motherly way, and in her subconsciousness she knew Purple was human, not a wolf. In the eyes of Purple, she could feel the mankindness. So the she-wolf tried hard to keep Purple far away from slaughtering scenes.

            One dusk, Green and Yellow together caught a marmot, and killed it cruelly in the very face of Purple. Purple was uneasy and restless at the sight of bloodiness. She ran forwards, and held the dead marmot down. Every act resembled wolves extremely. The she-wolf felt fear and pain. First she turned her eyes away from Purple, then, she leaped over, stopped Purple and urged her to leave. Purple agreed to leave but showed an expression of sadness.

            The she-wolf had misery in her mind at the fierce scene, more fierce than her own cubs. She got no reason to doubt that Purple was turning a wolflike creature.

            Who was it that made Purple savage and merciless? Herself or me, the she-wolf? The she-wolf thought long over it, and the more she thought, the more painfully. She got no answer. It was just the wolf milk not blood Purple was born with, that had made Purple act or behave in a wolf-like way.

            Instead of joy, she felt panic and pain, fear and fright.

            Could Purple possibly become a wild wolf?

                                     (18)

                                    Cruelty

            When feeding, wolves are desperately cruel, even to his same kind. 

            Struggling for food always happen among wolves, just on account of which, they are thought to be cruel and merciless. They always had a good appetite and a big enough belly. No animals have a stronger passion for food than wild wolves. It seems as if they never have enough, and they go hungry all the time. They are frequently seen beating and fighting in the face of food, ignoring that they are of the same family, or the same type. To eat to his own great content is what matters most.

            Seeing Purple attempted to have everything she saw, the she-wolf would snatch it and pushed Purple aside. As a wolf mother, why did she behave this way? The she-wolf was, herself, wondering. Nevertheless, she had her own worry, worrying that once Purple was completely in the habit, she would keep it all her life. She did mind that Purple behaved as a wolf, and also feared that Purple went hungry if she was on her own.

            What a puzzle! "Heaven, give me wisdom, and show me how to deal with Purple. It was I that have saves her life, and brought her from the rim of death. But, seeing her becoming a wolf, for me, means too much cruelty, and I think, it is the same to Purple. What can I do? And what can I do to prevent it?" The she-wolf murmured gently and sincerely, praying, followed by a heart-broken howl, long and deep.

                                08-07-25  pm7:40---8:30   (to be continued)

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  • Go wild with the wild(15----16)

    2008-7-28

                               Go wild with the wild(15----16)

                                    ---------Jesse (Original)

                                    (15)

                                   Grasslands and wolves

            Without wolves, the grasslands could be swarmed with ground squrrels, marmots, and Mongolian gazelles, any kind of which could either graze grass up or dig so much holes as to destroy the grasslands. If so, that would be the finish of the grasslands, and it would be completely ruined.

            As for this, every wolf felt proud of being what it was being. In his own mind, he was an idol of the herdsmen, in spite of the fact that they at times gave a grudge against wolves, while wolves see no reason to dislike herdsmen.

            Grasslands can't be called genuine grasslands. Every time when the Human talks of gasslands, he can't but mention of the grasslands wolves. In the nomadic lives of the grasslands herdsmen, wolves are their totems. Whoever pays a visit to the grassland yurts will probably catch sight of the posts, on which fly flags of wolf skin. it is very much like a live wolf, on accout of the fact that it is a whole wolf skin with grass in it. 

            Grass is the life of a pasture and wolves are the guard of grass. Without grass it can't be called grasslands as if what it means to the grasslands without wolves. If grasslands become deserts, it would be the biggest nightmare for all the creatues, herdsmen, sheep, horses, cattle, gazelles, as well as wolves.

            Why? Suppose there is a chain of life, then every kind is just a little part of the chain. Wolves are the officials, who are in charge of the birth control of many wild mice, gazelles, and so on. Thus in this way without too many grass-grazing wild animals, most of the grasslands is used by sheep flocks. So in some way the herdsmen are very grateful to wild wolves.

            Grass is under protection, which is good for all. Grasslands without grass is just as horrible as without wolves. Grass is the life of a pasture and wolves are the guard of grass.

                                     (16)

                           Dotingness on Purple

            Purple were growing to be nimble, cute and lively, and in any case, she was more a human creature than a wolf cub. The she-wolf was not less fond of her merely because Purple was adopted and human, and on the contrary, she doted on Purple better than Green, and Yellow. She wondered why they had such a meeting on a snowy night with searching wind blowing.

            In an obscure way she sensed it must be fate that brought them together. She was obliged to cherish the lot, which befell her just when she had milk after a childbirth of two cubs.

            She would squat on his tail, and caressed Purple carelessly just like her own cubs. She would stroke her black hair, which was now long but thin. She liked fondling her back, even her round chins. To raise a baby as bright as purple was a rare happiness for a wild wolf, as kind and passionate as her. Purple, too, was my daughter, my own daughter. She thought to herself, full of loving care.

            If hate is replaced by love, perhaps this kind of feeling is more stronger than love. It is well-known in the world that the humans hate wolves, yet the humans, as yet, have no idea whether wolves hate them as much as they do to them. Nevertheless, we can see from the she-wolf that it is love that can be beyond hate.

            To conquer a feeling which is born with is never easy. We might as well say wolves are born without scorn and hatred to mankind. We are still wondering if mankind is the same.

                                                            (to be continued)

           

       

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  • Go wild with the wild(13----14)

    2008-7-25

                                  Go wild with the wild(13----14)

                                           --------Jesse (Original)

                                       (13)

                                          Howls

            Rain continued for five days in the late autumn. After the rain, it began to get cold.

            Green and Yellow could join the she-wolf hunting. They would soon become true wolves. Purple, most of the time, she stayed in the cave, though she could run, but not quite as fast as her siblings. For Purple's saftey, the she-wolf would leave her behind, and of course gave her some meat when they came back.

            Whenever it was midnight, and the moon was full high in the sky, the she-wolf would howl at the moon. Green and Yellow followed her mother. At the moment, Purple would join them noisily, and gradually, she could howl like her siblings.

            The howl was their native language, with which , they could communicate with each other, and connecting themselves with other packs of wolves.

            Sometimes, it sounded a signal of danger, and sometimes, a sos for others' help.

            The bass was low and thick, and it was just the feature that could make the lowls travel long. Whatever it was, mist, haze, rain, even darkness, the howl could penetrate and fly over long distances.

            Certainly sometimes it acted as the weapen, which could threaten  and frighten ennemies. t the sound of the howl, most sheep and cattle would shiver to half death.

            The she-wolf whispered in the ears of her children. "Never forget to howl, babies, if you please." This was a warning, as well as an order.

                                     (14)

                                         Night

            At night, the she-wolf would lead her children and groped up the valley, enjoying the scenery in the moonlight. She groaned and grumbled, so as to tell some facts secrets to them. On the other side, she trained them to get used to a night journey.

            Night was their natural clothes of camouflage, under cover of which, they marched about freely and secretly. It was a good exercise for night raids. It was quite essential for young cubs to be accustomed to night travels. It was unimaginable for a grassland wolf to be afraid of darkness.

            Fortunately they were born night eyed, which made them see clearly what were alive and what were not. Their eyes were x-ray filters, which could penetrate maze and mist, as weill as darkness.

            They were spirits  of night, the darling of nature and favourites of grasslands.(to be continued)   

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  • Go wild with the wild(11----12)

    2008-7-25

                           Go wild with the wild(11----12)

                              --------Jesse(original)

                                     (11)

                                       Peaceful

            Her two cubs, Green and Yellow, could open their eyes, which was a great comfot and a pleasure to the she-wolf.

            Three months later, Purple, could turn herself back, lying there playing with her siblings.

            Now the she-wolf could scent spring in the air, although it was still cold in the secret valley.

            On warm days, she used to bring her cubs out of the cave, in order to let them enjoy the fresh air and sunshine. To her regret, Purple couldn't join them, for she couldn't even sit.

            Spring came back, and gentle winds blew into hte cave. The she-wolf would hang Purple with her mouth, and put her close to the entrance. She knew well that Purple needed to be used to the light from the sun.

            It was April now, and Purple could sit. They would all went out, and at the same time the she-wolf would help Purple out of the cave. The whole family would have a good time in the spring sun, sometimes for a good afternoon.

            Green and yellow were playing games with each other, while the she-wolf was playing with Purple. She licked the cheeks of Purple passionately. She would pick some flowers and blackberries for Purple. Purple giggled and crept into her chest, while she grinned a little and howled long.

            It seemed that they enjoyed a quiet life, which the great wild nature offered to them. It was an easy and peaceful existence without hunting, being hunted, slaughtering and being slaughtered.

            In fact, the life of a wild wolf was never this way. It was only a short period of ease. After all, a life of this sort was happy, but life always meant more than that.

                                    (12)

                                     Nine months later

            Nine months lapsed away. Purple got a lot fatter and bigger. She could roll and creep about in the playing-ground, which the she-wolf opened for them. They were amused with the protection of their mother.

            It was deep summer。In such a season, it was never lack of food for wolves on the grasslands. Marmots were everywhere to be found, which were the favourite of wolves, because marmots were fat and delicious and easier to catch and snatch than Mongolian gazelles.

            Before the cubs grew up, the she-wolf wouldn't join her former pack. She was obliged to stay in and around the cave, expecting patiently for the cubs to grow.

            From time to time she would catch a marmot and coached her cubs to hunt. Now that cubs were wolves, they couldn't be dependent on the mother. Sooner or later, they would go independently to live. The lessons of capture and inspection were necessary and imperative for growing cubs.

            Now Purple would crept freely and howled as her mother. Instead of her milk she fed on the vomits of the she-wolf. Since Purple was among the wolves, in her mind she was a genuine wolf, covered with a thin coat of hair, though not as thick as her siblings. However, Green and Yellow would wonder Purple looked different from them. But, Purple never realized that because before her were all wolves.

            Nowhere was a shelter permenently. Since the winter season was on the way, the she-wolf was worried.

            On the grasslands the herdsmen had a custom of emptying wolf caves in hope of pulling out cubs. Humans were all the time hoping to make wolves exinct. They were ambitious but ended up losers.

            The she-wolf resisted being anxious. That was to say, she possibly had to find or dig another cave in case of being found  here. Though this was a secret valley, and the cave where she settled was one hundred years old, she couldn't help being worried. Thinking of cubs being scooped out of the cave always made a mother heart-sricken. If Purple was in possible danger, what should she do? Then, what could be done to prevent that thing from happening? Was there the possiblity of taking her along among the other wolves?

            As days passed by, the upcoming trouble and situation kept torturing her brains.

                                              (To be continued) 

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  • Go wild with the wild(10)

    2008-7-23

                             Go wild with the wild(10)

                                         --------Jesse(Original)

                                        (10)

                                     The life of wolves

            The worst trouble facing her was short of food. She hunted out every night. Sometimes she hunted a Mongolian gazelle, then perhaps nothing, and the next night, perhaps a ground squirrel.

            Purple and her siblings were growing bigger. the she-wolf was never as cheerful as she cast a glimpse of her babies every time. A great sense of happiness filled her heart and mind. Now she was so pleased to be able to feed the whole family, that she was never meloncholy even a moment.

            The life of a grassland wolf was her cubs, her hunts and then herself. That was all. However, the life of this sort was all the time tough, full of danger at any moment. All around her were hunting rifles, hunting dogs, hunting knives, and spring slips, of which one was enough to bring an end to her life. 

            A life full of adventures was exciting, as well as dreadful. Yet a life without danger was never called the life of grassland wolves. As long as a wolf lives, and hunts, the life will never cease. The game of hunt and chase was just her whole life.

            Having one leg lost on the spring clips, is too common to make a fuss. Being killed to death is another game, which wolves never complain about.

            Being born a grassland wolf, in the she-wolf's mind, was a large amount of fun. It was a pleasure to roam and wander freely on the grasslands. This is a life filled with freedom and wisdom, as well as filled with dreams and memories.

             Living in the wild nature as wild wolves, makes every wolf a brave hunter, although it is often being hunted by civilized hunters. Being butchered after a fiece fight is never a shame. It is not horrible, but glorious. Sometimes the queer idea came to her mind, but she didn't give a reasonable explanation.

            Yes, perhaps, a life of a grassland wolf is more puzzled than reasonable. Hunting and being hunted are the same, as long as she uses her mind best.             (to be continued)

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