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and thought to no longer be of any use, was
going to be turned out to finish his days alone.
One day, the Dog met a Wolf to whom he told
his plight. The Wolf took pity and between
them they devised a plan. The Dog would return
to his master's residence and shortly thereafter
the Wolf would attack the sheep fold. The
Dog would drive him out, they would feign
a ferocious battle, and the Wolf would be
driven off. Thus would the dog be redeemed
in the eyes of his master.
Things went just as they had planned. The
Dog was welcomed back, praised for his fierce
loyalty and bravery, and promised food and a
warm hearth until the day he died.
A week later the Wolf returned, asking the
Dog for a return of the favor. The Dog was
only too delighted to sneak him into a banquet
that evening where, by lying quietly beneath
the tables, he could gorge himself royally on
scraps from the table. This went very well,
nothing suspected, until the Wolf had too much
to drink. He began to sing in a loud voice.
The master of the house discovered him, and
surmising the ruse, booted both the Dog and
the Wolf out the door.
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He was unable to dislodge it and so we went
around asking for someone to pull it out.
Finally, a Crane offered to help. He stuck
his long bill down the Wolf's throat and
extracted the bone. When the Crane asked
for a reward, the Wolf said, "you are lucky I
didn't bit your head off." That's all the
reward you get."
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and smelled mutton cooking. He drew close
and peered through the bushes. A lamb was
roasting over the fire and the shepherds were
discussing the good quality of the meat. If
it was me that had done this, thought the
Wolf, they would be after me with sticks
and stones and curses........
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An Eskimo intent on killing a wolf for bounty but finding himself without ammunition decided to run the animal to exhaustion with a snowmobile.
Referring to maps later, he determined the wolf had run for twelve miles at speeds between fifteen and thirty mph before slowing to a trot, which he kept up for another four miles, at which point he began walking. He collapsed four miles later.
Out from the new day's mist I have come,
I hunt, therefore I am,
Harvest the land, taking of the fallen lamb.
Out through the new day's mist I run,
Out from the new day's mist I have come,
We shift, pulsing with the earth,
Company we keep, roaming the land while you sleep.
Shapeshift...nose to the wind,
Shapeshift...feeling I have been,
Move swift...all sense clean,
Earth's gift...Back to the meaning of life.
Bright is the moon high in starlight,
Chill in the air cold as steel tonight,
We shift, call of the wild,
Fear in your eyes, it's later than you realize,
Shapeshift...nose to the wind,
Shapeshift...feeling I have been,
Move swift...all senses clean,
Earth's gift...Back to the meaning of...Life
I feel a change...
Back to a better day...
Shapeshift...hair stands on the back of my neck,
Move swift...Wildness is the preservation of the world...
So seek the Wolf in thyself.
Shapeshift...nose to the wind
Shapeshift...feeling I have been
Move swift...all senses clean.
Earth's gift...Back to the meanin...
Of wolf...and man...
 
  
"Wind Walker" CD Used with Permission ©Elan Michaels
 "The Hunters", original artwork by Maija.
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