Splash! Mud and water rained over me followed
by a loud bang! I looked with great surprise to see a man in
orange shoot at me. I sprinted for the willows. Pausing near a
thicket of trees, I listened for the hunter with my heart pounding
with fear. Blood pumped through my ears so hard I heard a thumping
noise along with the noise of the hunter following me through the
trees. I ran and ran until he was no longer in sight, and until I
couldn't hear him anymore.
When I stopped at the entrance to my den and
sat down on my left hind leg, I saw that my right leg was hot with
blood. I licked the wound, tasting the blood of my own flesh. The
taste sent hunger pains to my stomach. The wound was sore and it
ached terribly. The fastest I could move was a slow limp. The
wound grew very sensitive and began to swell. And each day I grew
weaker and more hungry. But I searched for food each day anyway.
And food came once or twice a day, and I never got
thirsty.
When the cold weather of January came, it stung
the wound each and every time I would unshield it to catch a bite
to eat. But time passed and I grew stronger and stronger as the
days grew warmer and warmer. The way I walk though, was scarred on
me for life from the bullet that almost took my life. Every day
now I head for a place where there is a lot of dead stuff to munch
on. During the evening is when I go to this place. I eat anything
from flesh to bread. There are just about all the flavors I could
think of. Some of them burn, some are sweet, and some taste like
crap. They come in white flexible material that tears with ease,
although I try to avoid this kind of food most of the
time.
One day while walking across the tundra to the
place I loved, "Zoom!" a snowmachine ran over me at a speed of
more than 50 mph. It took away my breath, but I got up and ran off
the road only to pass out there a little while later. After that,
nothing has been the same anymore. Now, I live an eternal life
here in the 5th dimension of earth. Electrons and other charged
particles collect on me when I move around, allowing animals to
sense me when I come close to them. Eternal life isn't as exciting
but I am glad to be here.
by: Gary Kameroff
Marshall
Cultural Atlas
