• It was a snowy evening and everything was quiet…A wolf or two would creep by without making a noise. John was sitting outside on the porch when he heard moaning coming from the woods. He picked up his rifle and took off. The snow crunched under his feet every step he took. Little by little, the moaning grew louder. What can it be?A wounded human? An animal? Or was it just the wind? Finally, John came across some bushes and went through them. Right there in the middle of the snow,was a wolf. It was hard to believe but he was bleeding green. He had a scar over is sparkling emerald eye. Had it gotten in a fight? John came closer to the wolf and the wolf didn’t growl or anything. His hand came down and touched the scar on the wolf’s eye. “AOOOW!” howled the wolf. John jumped back in surprise. Now he knew that the wolf had gotten in a fight. As John tried to carry the wolf,the wolf would swing is head to side leaving its tongue out. It looked like as it was laughing. But what can of hurt animal would do that? That didn’t matter to John. What mattered to him was the life of this wolf. Once in a while, the wolf would whine softly in pain. John’s arms started to hurt but he didn’t care. “We’re almost there boy. Just wait a little bit.” John would talk to the wolf. As John approached his house, he called out, “Father! Father! Look what I have found. It is a wounded wolf.” Luckily for John, his family liked many animals and took care of wild ones. “Looks like he got scratched on the eye. He got lucky. He could’ve turned blind. Bring him in.” John brought the wolf in carefully so he won’t hurt it. “Lay it down on the bed.” John’s father said. John put the wolf on the bed and waited for his father.
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