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.

                              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)  

                                   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)

  

                       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)