I was raised by wolves. I was raised by worms. By humans.
When I was four my dad died(a hunting accident). My parents
died in a terrible plane crash on the eve of my sixteenth
birthday; I cried a little; I got a wool sweater from my
grandma. I didn't make a peep. My brother, the wolf, raised
me. Nobody raised me. I died in my sleep. I used to have a
very special talent--I could sing the alphabet backwards to
the tune of my favorite nursery rhyme; that was before
I was born mute. My father would take my whole family to the
zoo; I liked to thumb wrestle the apes. Sometimes it was a
draw. I always won. He never took my mother, who was a wolf.
When I was four I died in a hunting accident. I howl at the
moon. Often! Never! I chase cars. Growl! I used to pray for
wolves to take me away and raise me as their pup. That never
happened, except once.
�2005 by Ryan Laks
