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Saturday, September 25, 2004


   wolves (my story from english class)
The pack was starving. They had not eaten for many days. They were like nomads of the paleolithic times. They hunted and scavenged one area, and when they thought they had eaten a mojoraty of the livestock there, they would move on.
The pack had been traveling for a week now, and all were beginning to grow weary. Especialy the leader of the group, elderly,yes, but with age comes experiance. And he was full to the brim of it. But that would not help him now.
A small powdery flake fell from the heavens onto the leader's nose. He paused for a moment, ears twitching in the wind. A strom was comeing. He knew it. The soft beautiful powder changed into frigid shafts of ice in a matter of seconds. The wind swiftly carrying it, pelted the pack ferociosly, opening up old wounds. But, yet, they truged on. A few days later they stumbled across a clearing.
It was beautiful and green, sporting many types of prey. Food at last! Night came, and all were filled. The old leader pawed up an old cliff, and gazed at the round glowing moon. He slowly tilted his head back, and unleashed an earpeirceing howl that cut through the night like an assasin's dagger. He trembled for a moment, dropped to the ground, and was still. All was quiet.


sooooo...did you guys like it?
hope you did!! this was an english assignment from a week ago.

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