Wolf Boy

Linda Talbot was walking to her front door, carrying her new boy, an Eagle swooped down and snatched the baby out of her arms. Linda screamed but screaming had no effect on the Eagle. The Eagle had hungry eaglets to feed. They’d been squealing at her all morning as if she needed that. She thought about tossing them out of the nest. Swim or sink; fly or die. The eaglets were hungry and quieted down when she dropped the baby in. The eaglets didn’t know what to make of this thing. They started squealing again. They were getting on her nerves. She thought,”Damn, they’re smarter than I thought.” She went hunting. She decided to make it easier by using the baby as bait. She dropped the baby in a meadow, hoping to attract a rat. Rats didn’t care what they ate. Meat was meat. If one or more came out to eat this thing, she’d swoop down and snatch one or two. Taking them back to the nest would shut the little eaglets for a while.

She did spot a rat but before her glorious dive, a pack of wolves came out to see what all the noise was about. That scared the rat off and Momma Eagle as well. The wolves were pleased. They had chased two critters away. The problem was that whatever it was, it didn’t run away. It just laid there screaming. The wolves could see it wasn’t big enough to be more than a snack. They grabbed it and carried it back to the den.

The wolves didn’t know what this bait was. It looked funny. It sounded funny and smelled funny. They decided to keep it until they could decide if it was edible. It appeared to be a small hunter. They weren’t going to be fooled by that. It didn’t have a long tree branch that could cause a wolf to fall down. Maybe it wasn’t Eagle bait. It may well be wolf bait. They could walk away and leave it here. When they tried to leave the bait screamed louder. That wasn’t a good thing. One of the wolves mentioned it might be hungry. He said this looking at a female still nursing. Her response was to howl,“No. Hell no.” In the end, she did suckle the thing but not happy about it. When a male wolf came sniffing around she’d bite them. The males decided they had made a wrong decision and wanted to kill it. The she-wolf had now taken by the thing and was going to keep it. The males left howling at themselves.

As time went on, the thing was growing bigger but crawling around. This made any change of their hunting area slow.They started liking the little thing, but also were getting hungry. By this time all the she-wolves had fallen in love with the thing. The males resigned themselves slinging around to get at the thing but the she wolves had taken up shifts to guard the thing. Male wolves are really touchy about leadership but the she wolves howled that bothering the thing would have consequences the males wouldn’t like. Being a wolf became something else. That “else” wasn’t good for the male wolves. They thought about becoming dingo’s but they were not going on a ship. As the thing got bigger and older, the thing started not only getting bigger than the wolves but outliving them. The wolves born after it arrived didn’t know he wasn’t a wolf. They just thought he was an odd-looking one. He couldn’t howl worth a damn and was a weakling.

It couldn’t run very fast and brought down nothing for food. It did come for the eating. That led to some resentment by the other wolves. They didn’t run it off, as they should, but pitied it. They did make it wait until all the good parts were eaten. It didn’t howl about it like some. Hunting was getting sparse. The pack would have to move soon. That was always a pain in the ass. They howled at the moon but that didn’t do anything. It never did. Then they thought about the old “wolf in sheep’s clothing.” They didn’t actually believe the story. It was probably an old wolf’s tale. Someone would come as soon as it heard the bleating from the sheep. He’d point his stick at them and a wolf fell dead. The sheep could smell a wolf and instinct told them this was a wolf. Then they remembered that thing was the same as the other thing. The sheep may not figure a wolf was there.

They managed to sneak just far enough to grab a wandering lamb. In the morning the other thing was sure to notice and hunt them down. A lamb was fine but not enough to feed a pack and the running away would leave them out of breath and hungry again. They figured, what the hell. They’d dress it in the lamb’s clothing. If it fell over dead it wouldn’t be much of a loss. So, the thing went into the sheep herd. The leader looked at him and thought it was odd- looking. He hadn’t seen him before and wondered where he came from He thought the head was too large and it had hair growing on its neck. The legs looked funny too. They were very long and had gray hair crowing on the lower leg. The hooves looked odd too. He sniffed the air and didn’t smell a wolf. Okay, the man bought a goofy sheep. He did keep an eye on it. It looked at the herd of sheep and became very nervous. He slunk back to the pack.They were really pissed of. They decided it was time for it to move along.

The thing couldn’t stand winter. The wolves had to lay against him to keep him warm. As it got bigger and bigger it got less effective. They kept a look out for on of the stickmen. They spotted what seemed to be the female hanging what the stickmen wore. They sneaked up and stole all what could only be the female hanging what seem to keep them warm. They sneaked up and stole what they could. They were able to get it to put the pants on. They got the shirt on. They didn’t know what the rest was for. They also knew that it had to go its own way. They howled that to him. The thing cried. If they had known what that was, they might have bit it. Wolves don’t cry. The thing was led to a road and howled to go down it. Then they scampered away. The thing holed for them to return. They didn’t. The thing went into the forest and founds a path. He went down it. That’s when he saw one of the stickmen. It was small and carried no stick. It decided to find out what it was. Without a stick he had all the advantages. “It howled who are you?

“Well, what are you? I’m Little Red Riding Hood. Pople used to call me Little Miss Riding Hood until I grew these. You a mute? You sound like a wolf but you aren’t. Walk along with me to my grandma’s house. These cookies are stale, but she can’t eat them anyway. She has no teeth so she has to gum them. She was curious about him. It was definitely a him by the look of things.. He seemed harmless enough. He hadn’t done anything out of liner except to be naked. She decided he was an escapee from a loony bin. She went in to visit her grandmother and when she came out he was still there in all his glory. As it turned out, the the Woodsman came along and saw all this. Loony bin or not, he was a pervert. He yelled at the naked man and came at him with an axe. It took off running. He might not be able to out-run a wolf but he certainly out-run this thing.