i have two to tell you...
first is the story of my best friend apollo... he lived in ct... then moved away when i was 5 to alaska. right when he got there he fell in love with a little girl named charlie... and they had "young love" ever since. about 3 months ago, charlie, or flutter, because thats what he called her, cas walking wth him. the decided to cross the road... a big car came and hit charlie right in front of him and she died right there in his arms... her last words were "i love you". they NEVER got into a fight, NEVER broke up, going out for nine straight years, it was a true love story... apollo had even started a bank account so that he could save up his money to buy her the nicest engagement ring possible. he went emo then... and it rubbed off on me... so yeah... im emo... so what?
my second story is something strange...
we all are those little curious kids... well i was to curious... i wandered straight INTO a wolves den... i thought it was a dog so i yelled DOGGY! and ran towards its pup, the second i toughed it the wolf growled, then attacked. i almost died, but i didnt... i remember each detail so vividly. first she attacked, then dragged me away from her pup, put me in a corner of her den, then lay down next to me with her head on her paws... i could see regret in her eyes... she didnt want to attack... i passed out... but i remember waking up to her licking my wounds. she brought me raw deer meat... i didnt eat it of course... but i did eat a few flowers outside the den when i crawled up... thank god my brother told me which ones i could eat... i lived in her den for 6 days! on the morning of the seventh day... this big german shepard came charging in and attacked the wolf... she killed it... then nudged her pups out of the den. she came back for me... but i didnt go... i heard my dad call for me... and i left... but every day i go and see the wolf... she was very young then... but now she is very old... her pups dont like me... but she lets me pet her... heck, one time when i got my junior hunting lisence, i killed a deer, cooked par of it, then she sat down with me and i ate the cooked and she ate the raw... i just went out to see her today... i love her... she is my other mother... i still have the four claw marks on my stomatch and the bite mark on my arm... constant reminders...
first is the story of my best friend apollo... he lived in ct... then moved away when i was 5 to alaska. right when he got there he fell in love with a little girl named charlie... and they had "young love" ever since. about 3 months ago, charlie, or flutter, because thats what he called her, cas walking wth him. the decided to cross the road... a big car came and hit charlie right in front of him and she died right there in his arms... her last words were "i love you". they NEVER got into a fight, NEVER broke up, going out for nine straight years, it was a true love story... apollo had even started a bank account so that he could save up his money to buy her the nicest engagement ring possible. he went emo then... and it rubbed off on me... so yeah... im emo... so what?
my second story is something strange...
we all are those little curious kids... well i was to curious... i wandered straight INTO a wolves den... i thought it was a dog so i yelled DOGGY! and ran towards its pup, the second i toughed it the wolf growled, then attacked. i almost died, but i didnt... i remember each detail so vividly. first she attacked, then dragged me away from her pup, put me in a corner of her den, then lay down next to me with her head on her paws... i could see regret in her eyes... she didnt want to attack... i passed out... but i remember waking up to her licking my wounds. she brought me raw deer meat... i didnt eat it of course... but i did eat a few flowers outside the den when i crawled up... thank god my brother told me which ones i could eat... i lived in her den for 6 days! on the morning of the seventh day... this big german shepard came charging in and attacked the wolf... she killed it... then nudged her pups out of the den. she came back for me... but i didnt go... i heard my dad call for me... and i left... but every day i go and see the wolf... she was very young then... but now she is very old... her pups dont like me... but she lets me pet her... heck, one time when i got my junior hunting lisence, i killed a deer, cooked par of it, then she sat down with me and i ate the cooked and she ate the raw... i just went out to see her today... i love her... she is my other mother... i still have the four claw marks on my stomatch and the bite mark on my arm... constant reminders...
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