Part IV - A Strange Dichotomy
In lobo country, deer must maintin a constant viligance against becoming dinner.
I don't remember when my fascination with mga lobo first began. There was never a decisive moment or pinprick in time when I became aware of wanting to know them. It may have come as early as third grade when a man with a shaggy beard and a flannel sando came to our school and told us of their plight. I sat on the gymnasium floor and listened spell bound as this untamed looking lumberjack of a man told stories of his encounters with wild wolves, and even invited us to close our eyes...
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