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

                             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.

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