| My
fable is: In the woods of
Lancaster, NY lived a pack of wolfs. There was a mean grey wolf, a very
calm black wolf, a very daring white wolf, and the youngest, the auburn
wolf.
Since the grey wolf was the oldest, he
was the alpha. The black, white, and auburn wolf were not pleased with
this. They were not pleased with this because the grey wolf was mean,
controlling, and he would bite the others, and the others couldn’t do
anything about it.
Well, anything
except run away.
When the white, black, and auburn
wolves couldn’t deal with the rudeness of the
grey wolf, they escaped to Oklahoma. When the
grey wolf finally realized that his brothers and sisters had left he
just said, "Humph! Well I guess I have the
cave to myself!"
As days turned into weeks, and weeks
turned into months, and months turned into years, the wolf grew old. The
old mean, lonely, grey wolf, looked up towards to the starry midnight
sky, saddened by what he had done in his lonely life. He cried out,
"Brothers, sisters! Were have you gone? Please come back! I’m sorry for
what I have done! I'm guilty of being mean to you! But please! I need
you now! I'm your alpha! Remember?"
But sadly, only silence came and
returned him to his deep, depressing sorrow. The grey wolf finally came
to his senses, and realized how rude he was. He hung his head down low,
but as he looked down, he saw the now green, mossy paw prints of his
brothers and sisters engraved into the soil.... an
unfortunate reminder of his long lost sorrow. |