Wolves Were Snapping At Their Feet

As I drove through the dense woods, I saw a pack of wolves in the distance, their heads down, gathered around something. It appeared they were feeding on some helpless animal who was unable to outrun them in the deep snow. I came closer, but only one looked up and that for a moment. They had a local peasant from the Back Mountain.

Pity, I thought. It’s been a rough winter for all of us and I guess what seemed like wolves, but were actually a pack consisting of a few Jack Russell terriers, three long-haired cats of no particular lineage, a rabbit and a sheep. I thought I spied a possum in there somewhere.

There I sat in my car, comforted by a hot steaming mug of tea connected to the cig lighter to keep it hot. Wow – almost burned my lips watching the peasant being devoured like a zebra on the National Geographic Channel. At least, I’m warm and safe; too bad about that guy walking alone out in the freezing cold.

It’s times like this I really appreciate the good things in life: an auto, hot tea, maybe something to snack on laying next to me on the seat. Yes, sir, the good life.

I wonder who took him down? The rabbit? Did the cats operate in a pack? I’m not sure how the Jack Russells work, but maybe the sheep could convince them to stop running around long enough to actually do some work. Nah. You have to watch those possum; they can play dead, then jump up and scare the daylights out of you.