Go wild with the wild

                              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)