"Come on Douglas! Can't we stop here?" Peterson, Douglas's hunting assistant pleaded.
"No! We have to get to the campsite before dark!" Douglas answered.
"But Fred here's about to pass out," Peterson said of his faithful dog.
"Oh fooey on your dumb dog. We have to catch that white wolf!" Douglas responded impatiently.
"Fred is not dumb! Why is it so important we catch this wolf anyway?" Peterson asked.
"Five years ago," Douglas began, "I was out hunting with my faithful dog Abraham when
all of the sudden this white wolf, who's name, I later found out, was Roman, attacked poor Abraham.
Abe struggled and fought, but it was in vain. Blasted Roman had killed him."
"I didn't know," Peterson whispered.
"Ever since then I have hunted that wolf. I intend to find him and when I do... let's just
say it won't be a pretty picture."
"Did you hear that!" Rolum, the wolf asked.
"Yes, Rolum, I did," Roman replied.
"You wouldn't attack a poor, innocent human's pet would ya?" Rolum questioned.
"No, Rolum. The man was not telling the entire truth. It was the pet, not I, that attacked.
He was a fighter he was. I had no choice. That is the reason behind this ugliness," Roman responded,
gesturing to a mangled left ear.
"Didn't think so," Rolum said.
Douglas and Peterson marched through the woods, their rifles ready to shoot any moment. Fred
ran ahead noisily investigating everything. He'd better not get in the way, Douglas thought.
Suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes. The men turned around and there stood the white wolf,
with the tattered left ear from the fight with Abraham, solemnly staring at them.
"We'll finally get some peace here in Canada," Douglas mumbled.
Lifting his rifle he aimed. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Fred barked and lunged at
the wolf. Quick as a flash the wolf was gone.
"You stupid dog!" screamed Douglas. "You stupid, idiotic, horrible excuse for a dog!"
Douglas's whole face turned red. In his anger he took his rifle and aimed it at Fred.
"NO!!!" Peterson jumped for the rifle but it was too late.
Peterson ran toward Fred, who lay in a motionless heap.
"Fred! No! Please don't die!" With that Peterson wept bitterly, for his beloved Fred was gone.
"That was too close, Roman. We've got to act fast before that crazy man kills you," Sonder, a
wise female wolf warned.
"No. I will not disgrace myself by killing a human." Roman declared.
"Then I shall do it. Come Rolum I'll need your help," Sonder said.
"No. We will not kill the human," Roman firmly stated.
"You've killed my dog, my best friend all because of a five year old grudge! You're an obsessed
lunatic! Did it ever occur to you that maybe Abraham was to blame for his own death? You are a crazy,
animal hating old man and deserve what you get! I'm leaving!" Peterson announced.
With that Peterson stormed off into the woods.
"Fine! I don't need you!" yelled Douglas.
Douglas began walking. After about a mile, he came to a clearing. He sat down to rest, and suddenly,
again there stood the white wolf.
"I've got you this time wolf," Douglas said to himself. He raised his rifle. This time he would not miss.
Suddenly a wolf pack jumped out from nowhere and surrounded Douglas. He looked around. Roman wasn't there.
"Well," he said, "At least I can kill some of them."
The gun went off with a loud bang...
Roman stood by watching. He didn't want the pack to kill Douglas, but as the wolves moved away, he saw
that Douglas had been shot by his own gun. If only the man had not tried to kill him.
What Peterson said was probably true. This uncaring old man deserved what he got.
