Life is Good (standard:adventure, 1177 words)
Author: Alpha43	Added: Apr 15 2005	Views/Reads: 3669/2243	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A simple narration of two friends; their history and the day to day proof of their deep devotion. Be sure to read the last line carefully.

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his front shoulders, set his head at a low angle, curled his upper lip, 
and produced a deep and throaty growl. The wolf would normally make a 
side-step approach, ready to break into a full run for fast animals 
like deer or rabbits or lunge to the throat for cornered or slow 
animals. 

We only rated quick glances from this beast. Blinking constantly, it
would partially curl its upper lip, then it would turn back, straighten 
out its neck, and look down at the ground. This was wrong, and I had no 
idea what would happen next. Then I spotted the drool and foam around 
the animals mouth, a sure sign that the wolf was rabid. 

I felt I could not back down. This animal knew that it was operating at
diminished capabilities, it could take us with little effort under 
normal circumstances, yet it did not. I had to remain dominant; I 
stepped even closer, standing taller, starring directly into the wolf’s 
eyes. 

Now he turned and faced us! Now he lowered his shoulders and head, all
of its teeth exposed. The wolf started swaying it’s head slowly back 
and forth, a gesture normally done only seconds before attack. To make 
matters worse, I noticed the wolf’s drool had a pink cast to it. 

I did not blink, the wolf starred back into my eyes, a low rumble
started growing from deep inside his chest. He lowered himself even 
farther; it’s lower jaw nearly touching the snow. I then did the 
unthinkable; I stepped closer yet, slowly swayed my head, and generated 
a growl myself. 

The wolf yelped like somebody had stepped on his toes, he stood up
straight, took two steps left, turned and side-stepped to the right 
down the trail for six or eight feet, and then broke into a full run 
away from us. It had a limp in its right rear leg. We stood in silence 
for a short while and then Jeannie said that we really needed to get 
back home before dark. 

It was the quickest trip back that I can recall and the cabin never
looked better. Jeannie told me to sit by the fire and she would be 
right there. The fire felt great. Jeannie was going on a mile a minute 
about the wolf. When she returned, she had a bowl of stew beef chunks 
smothered in last nights’ chicken gravy. She sat beside me, hugged me 
and brushed out my coat. This beagles’ Life is good. 


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