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

                           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)