TO BE A WOLF by Hadley Gessner

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TO BE A WOLF––A Story By Hadley Gessner, age 10

Commonly thought of as a monster. Called a killer. Family being taken away for their fur or for fun. Friends being shot by the wild things who took over and who stand on two feet.

That’s me, a wolf. Bow down to Alpha. Growl at Omega. Hunt for food. That’s my life.

“Moon!” I hear Alpha call.

“Yes, Alpha?” I howl back.

“We need to talk” he howls.

I come to Alpha’s den. He sees me. His nose is pointing to a corner of the den. This means “Look where I am pointing. There is something you need to see.”

Wolves have howls and signals. Each means a different thing, but one we all know well. A head hanging low means “The two-leggers came.”

Two-leggers are the ones who stand on two feet and shoot us with loud metal things that send out pain and cause death. We don’t like Two-leggers and they don’t like us. That is why the most important sign is the hanging head. It usually means family and friends are hurt, or dead.

I look at Alpha and he growls. I follow his instructions and look in the corner. My best friend, on the ground.

“What happened?” I yip.

He does the head hang.

I walk over. One, called grryipsniff (Sun, in your language) looks up and tries to stand. She falls on the ground.

I can see she was able to get away. Leaves are in her fur and she seems tired. Also there is the fact that she made it here.

She only got shot in the leg. That is better than in the heart.

I am told by Alpha to find something to help her get better.

It doesn’t take me long, but when I come back, my pack is gone! All I can see is one wolf, my best friend whose leg still is shot.  The head sag again. They took the pack! The whole pack but one wolf. My family and friends all gone but one.

How Would You Feel?

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