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Wolf

by Cortney

I run from enemies and tear

it apart I can howl to the

wolfs to know where I am.

I love the smell of spring

and I love to play outside

with my brothers and sisters and

I will play hard or soft and

play with my mom's tail and

my mother teaches me to

hunt outside the den where I

can only see black and white

and the enemies scared to death

and I love the smell of

dinner is ready.