Edward hopper painting

As a child in a small town there wasn’t much of anything to do. We had one bowling alley, which my friends and I spent most of our allowance at. But when we ran out of money we had other ways of entertaining ourselves. We would do the typical dumb stuff kids do, we threw rocks at bee’s nests, went and looked for snakes and lizards and such. But the one thing we did that not many others did was, we would spend a lot of time at this red box car that was pushed off to the side. We would pretend that it was a castle and those who were not inside were those attacking the castle. We would play at this all day when we had no money, and even for a while when we did. But one day, we left the bowling alley and went to the box car to find a furry tail hanging out of the car. Being stupid and irrational we went to go and investigate what had taken over our castle. We soon found an injured wolf, it seemed like it had a cut leg or something of that nature because of the blood dried up on its outer thigh. We lived between a couple mountain ranges and had always heard that there were wolves but never had seen any until this moment. There was five of us and one of her, we knew it was a her for the obvious reasons, but we figured we didn’t have to out run the wolf, just the slowest of the group. So after a while of staring from a distance, I had the bright idea to go up and pet her. Everyone was calling dibs on my stuff as I was walking thinking that was the last of me. But when I got up there, the wolf seemed to be more scared than I was. So I moved slowly to let her calm down, and once she seemed calm I held out my left hand for her to sniff. Much like one would do with a dog, I’m right handed so I figured that my left hand wasn’t that important. And to my surprise, the wolf behaved much like any dog would, she sniffed my hand and realized I was no threat and returned to how she was laying as she allowed me to stroke her fur. Knowing she wasn’t going to kill anyone everyone else came and pet her much like I did. Everyone then began heading home, one after another. To where it soon was me and this lone wolf, as I was thinking of leaving she stood up and turned to where she was right next to me. I then knew that since she now had no pack, she was asking for my companionship. She stayed in that car for nearly a year, me visiting for hours every day to see how she was healing. Even after she was back to how shee had been she stayed. I didn’t know why but I was okay with it. I had never had a dog, and now I had a wolf. How cool was that? I remember as if it were yesterday, I came back one day to an empty box car. At first I thought maybe something was wrong, and then realized that she was a wild animal. She had to be wild, even if I felt like we had bonded as our own pack. But I soon just let it go and went on about my days, not knowing what happened to my friend. I moved on with life, went through middle school, went to high school, got my car, met the girl of my dreams, and then found out what happened to my old friend. July 24^th 1977, I went to that box car before leaving for college. To find a wolf sitting and looking outside the car, I knew it was her but was worried she was unaware of who I am. As I approached she scurried off into the brush for a moment. She then returned with a pup in her mouth. She came over to me and set it down at my feet. My girlfriend was back in the car, staring with amazement when I went to retrieve her. I brought her forward and said “this is an old friend and her new family” my girlfriend was terrified but I reassured her not to worry. I had her hold out her hand and allow my friend to smell. The wolf reacted by putting her head under the hand allowing my girlfriend to feel her soft fur as I pet the pup. Hours passed and the sun began to set, I figured it was best to go and let the wild stay wild. So I grabbed the hand of my girlfriend and we walked to the car as my friend grabbed her pup and moved off, turning back to exchange on last glance as we moved off and went our spate ways

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