I originally went to the grassland to sketch, but I came back with a little wolf cub. Life is really full of variables. How should I explain it to my parents? Where will the little wolf cub be settled when he is brought back to Chengdu...
I was preoccupied with my thoughts while driving. I stopped and walked, stopped and walked, and then got off the car to feed the little wolf, urinate, and rest. After I had enough rest, I changed cars. After a half-day ride, I rested and reorganized at a hotel in a small county town along the road, and bought some milk and children's antipyretic medicine for him to take. It was just one day's drive from Zoige to Chengdu, and I walked for three days. On the one hand, I want Little Wolf to gradually adapt to the gap from the plateau to the plains, and to prevent him from motion sickness; more importantly, I need more time to think about the problems Little Wolf will face after arriving in Chengdu. Now the little wolf regards me as his only support. But no matter how enlightened my parents are, they will never allow their daughter to "lead wolves into the house". My mother is even afraid of dogs, let alone wild wolves. Moreover, wolves are national second-level protected animals and must not be illegally raised in urban homes.
Although the little wolf still looks very interesting and cute, not much different from a puppy, he is still a little wild wolf after all. Anyone would say: "What will happen when he grows up? He will bite!" In fact, I myself I don't know what to do. Although I had occasional encounters with wolves once or twice in the past, the wolf was very friendly to me, but now I have to raise this little wolf every day. What if one day it gets wild and bites me or bites someone else? ? When he soon grows into a big wolf, where will he find room to move? I have been thinking about these far-reaching questions for three days without thinking clearly. Seeing that I have already arrived in Chengdu, and I have to go home no matter how late I am, I have no choice but to take it one step at a time and hide the little wolf in my studio for the time being.
My home is a duplex structure. This is the residence I bought for my parents with my savings from working for more than ten years, so that I can live with the elderly. The most precious gift that children can give their parents is time and companionship. The house has three floors, and the studio is a rooftop sunroom built by myself on the third floor. Glass doors and windows with lighting on three sides provide good ventilation. In the studio, which is less than forty square meters, there is an Arhat couch on the far right, a large painting table in the middle, and a fish pond and a sink for washing brushes and ink on the left. There are several pots of plants in the fish pond and several koi carps. There is a bamboo screen at the entrance of the studio, which can slightly block the scene in the studio and make it more private. There is a guzheng in front of the screen, and many long and short dead lotuses and lotus pods are hung on the roof beams. In addition to going out to sketch, I would be very content to stay in the studio and stretch my brushes to my heart's content.
Outside the studio is a small vegetable patch, where my father, who has a bit of a Tao Yuanming complex, likes to plant a lot of vegetables and cook them occasionally, enjoying a little pastoral fun in the busy city. The second floor is the parents' living room and their leisure platform garden. When they have nothing to do, the elderly often read newspapers, chat under the flower stands in the garden, or enjoy family happiness with their granddaughter Tongtong. My bedroom, study room and living room are on the first floor. The living room is also where my parents and Tongtong often hang out. My parents respect my privacy very much and rarely go to the studio on the third floor to disturb my painting, so the studio is currently the only place where I can secretly raise little wolves.
However, to get to the studio, I had to find a way to hide it from my parents and pass through the first and second floors. This was the first difficulty. If he can't pass this level, the little wolf will have nowhere to go.
Before going home, I first found a deserted green space near my home and let the little wolf eat and drink enough to get some air. Then I made the little wolf hide in a cardboard box, touched his head to comfort him, and muttered anxiously: " Little Wolf, Little Wolf, you have to calm down, we are going to go through the challenge together." Little Wolf looked at me with his clever eyes, as if he had some understanding, he adjusted a comfortable position in the carton and lay down. He stopped moving and soon entered a state of "death". I closed the cardboard box and patted the lid. There was no response from the box. The little wolf "died" very well. I smiled knowingly, recalling that during the past three days when I was on the road, the temperature during the day was too high and the little wolf couldn't stay hot in my arms, so I prepared this cardboard box for him and put the little guy in it for a ride. When he smelled the scent of a stranger, the wolf lay silently in the box and pretended to be dead. No matter how bumpy the car was or if someone knocked on the box, he would make no sound. Almost no one would notice that there was a living thing inside this humble cardboard box. Xiaolang's cooperation immediately gave me some confidence.
I stood at the door of my house holding the cardboard box, leaning against the crack in the door and listening to what was going on at home. My parents seemed to be watching TV in the living room. I looked at the quiet carton again, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.
"Hey, you're back so soon? It's only been more than a week." Dad opened the door.
"Well, something happened." I said vaguely.
"What did you get?" Mom noticed my cardboard box.
"Pigments." I replied nonchalantly, and my parents didn't get suspicious.
I just walked a few steps upstairs when I suddenly remembered the little wolf's food rations: "Mom, do you have milk at home?"
"Yes, but don't you hate drinking milk?"
"Oh, I'm used to drinking in the grassland." I blushed and reacted quickly.
In front of my attentive mother, I would be wrong if I said too much. I lowered my head and walked upstairs with the box under my arm.
I entered the studio, put the carton gently on the ground, and was about to turn around and close the door when my mother came in, handed me a few boxes of milk, and said, "You baby, you don't want to show off with your parents when you go home. Just go into the studio." As she said this, her mother suddenly noticed a few ventilation holes punched in the cardboard box. She looked at the milk again and asked, "Are you really drinking this milk?"
"Of course, I'm so thirsty." I forced myself to calm down and opened a carton of milk and drank it.
"You're not going to pick up another cat or dog, are you?"
I feel guilty, I really know my daughter better than her mother. I have adopted stray cats and dogs countless times. Each time I brought them back secretly. As a result, I was discovered by my attentive parents as soon as I walked in. They then had to persuade and educate them for a long time: "There are so many stray dogs in the world. You can't sympathize with them. What if they are infected with rabies? "I admit that parents' concerns are reasonable, but my principle is to save every dog until it is cured and a caring owner is found. , or sent to a stray dog reception center, but this time is special--there is no "stray wolf" reception center.
"No cats or dogs were picked up." I told the truth. This situation greatly challenged my mother's imagination.
"If you don't believe me, open it and take a look." I resorted to psychological warfare, which is called risking one's life to survive. My heart beat fast: Xiaolang, you must not reveal your secrets at this critical moment.
A good mother is like a girl. Of course, her mother would not go through her daughter's things. However, the very experienced mother tapped the cardboard box with her toes and listened carefully. According to her past experience, if there were cats or dogs inside, she would immediately Scratch or bark. However, the carton was motionless and did not look like a living thing. Mom then went downstairs with confidence.
When there was no sound, I stretched out my head to take a look, closed the studio door with my backhand, patted my racing heart, and started dancing with excitement. In the past, I was checked out by my parents every time, but this time I passed the first level so smoothly. I was elated, relaxed and happy, and extremely proud!
However, I was too happy too early. The first level was far from passed. I never expected that the cause of the conflict came from the "fox".
Fox is a Pomeranian that I raised since childhood. He is a male. Because he is all white and resembles an Arctic fox, I gave him the name "Fox". The fox's mother had a difficult delivery when she gave birth to him, and her belly was so big that the vet thought she was pregnant with several. However, she gave birth to only one puppy by caesarean section. Because it absorbed enough nutrients in the dog's mother's belly and had plenty of milk after birth, the fox grew strong, with thick legs and a big head. Unlike other Pomeranians with thin arms and legs and exquisite pockets, the fox looked more like a Pomeranian. Just a little Samoyed.
Foxes have very smart minds and learn things very quickly. He can understand at least dozens of common expressions and instructions. He can watch the door, hold slippers in his mouth, shake hands, and roll around. He lies beside the bed and licks the back of my hand to wake me up every morning. When the food is served, he must look up and ask for my permission before eating. If I still don't nod, he will have to look at the food in front of him and drool, but he will never eat it secretly. The funniest thing is that when shaking hands, the fox can tell the difference between left and right. If you ask him to extend his left paw, he will never put his right paw in your hand. Every time he goes to the street to cross a zebra crossing, he will stand up on his hind legs and extend a front paw to me, letting me lead him across the road safely like a child. The funny gait of a fox walking on two legs often attracts the curiosity of passers-by. look. Foxes are good at everything, but they are jealous.
The fox is five years old this year. According to the age of a dog, he can be regarded as an "old fox" who has passed the middle age of a dog. It is easy for me to hide it from my parents, but it is not so easy to hide it from the nose of a fox.
As soon as I entered the door, the fox, who had been separated for more than a week, was so happy that he circled around me and followed me into the studio with a poop. Fortunately, when I had hidden it from my mother, the fox was still jumping happily to join me. At this moment, I squatted down in front of the carton excitedly. The fox had already smelled a special smell in the box, and immediately came over, thinking that I had brought him something good. I gently opened the carton and slowly turned it over. As the carton turned over, the little wolf slid loosely to the other side with his head and feet on his head. With a "chirp", he fell down like mud, with small eyes. Tightly closed, like a lifeless stuffed toy, no matter how professional an actor is, no actor can portray such a realistic state of death.
The fox stretched his neck to look inside the carton curiously, and nudged the wolf cub with his nose. The wolf cub remained calm. Although dogs are close relatives of wolves, to the wolf cub, the fox was still a strange and unclassified smell. . The fox sniffed this "little toy" around with suspicion on his face.
I cleared my throat: "Woo, woo, woo..."
The little wolf's eyes suddenly opened, and he turned over and stood up. After three days of experiments, I am more certain that the "whining" sound really works on the little wolf. Every time I call him, the little wolf immediately crawls back to me as if he has received the highest order.
When the fox saw that the stuffed toy suddenly came to life, he was startled and quickly took two steps back. The little wolf shook its little legs, staggered out of the cardboard box, shook its fur and looked around, inspecting the new environment. The fox immediately sniffed the little wolf's B*tt like a follower, and after sniffing Yitong turned his head and looked at me curiously, as if asking: "What does he do? Is this a dog?"
The little wolf and the fox walked around the studio one after another, and they were fine. The little wolf came back to me, and I lovingly touched his fist-sized head: "Little guy, this will be your home from now on." "
Suddenly, I felt a burst of strange eyes coming towards me. When I turned around, the fox changed his previous novel and playful expression and stared at the wolf with a jealous look. Then he followed me and stroked the wolf. He looked up at me with his hand, and made a series of dissatisfied sounds in his throat. I was stunned and took my hand away. The fox stopped purring. I extended my hand to the wolf and the fox immediately started purring again. I hesitated for a moment, stopped petting the little wolf, stood up, poured a bowl of milk, and placed it on the ground.
As soon as he saw something delicious, the fox immediately pushed away the wolf cub, brought it to his mouth obsequiously, and happily stuck out his tongue at the milk.
"Fox sit down!" I ordered. The fox immediately sat up straight, with his tongue hanging crookedly beside his mouth in the cutest pose, waiting ingratiatingly for me to allow him to eat.
"Let the little wolf drink first!" I ordered.
"What?" The fox shook his ears in disbelief, wondering if he heard it wrong. "Yes, the master must have made a mistake. I am the most favored fox!" He put the dog's mouth in front of the milk bowl and tentatively stuck out his tongue again.
"The fox is not allowed to drink! Let the little wolf drink!" I repeated my order without question. Half of the fox's tongue was fixed on the top of the milk bowl, and the happy expression of the food suddenly froze - this time the fox finally understood, he sat down reluctantly, and watched the little wolf named "Little Wolf" "The guy ran over like a rush, dove into the milk bowl that was supposed to be his and gobbled it up. Listening to the sound of the little wolf sucking milk, the fox was filled with jealousy. The embarrassment of falling out of favor and the anger of being deprived of food gradually gathered on the bridge of his nose, and his fangs shrank from the wrinkled nose. With his lower body stretched out, he lowered his body, pushed his hind legs on the ground, and stared at the little wolf, as if he was about to bite at any moment.
"Fox, please be polite." My orders usually work well for obedient foxes. The fox relaxes hesitantly and sits aside, daring to be angry but afraid to speak. But the little wolf didn't care what the fox thought at all. All he saw was the bowl of milk. "Clang", the milk bowl was overturned by the little wolf. It seemed that not disturbing the table was not the wolf's eating style. The little wolf stumbled on the milk flowing all over the floor, licking it wildly like a hungry wanderer. The greedy wolf look made me shake my head repeatedly.
I remember that on the way back to Chengdu, I bought a bottle to feed the little wolf. When I lowered the bottle and handed it to the little wolf, the little wolf immediately stood up when he smelled the fragrance of milk, grabbed the pacifier greedily, and anxiously grabbed the slippery bottle with his two little paws, but there was no shortage of milk in the bottle. The wolf was so anxious that it couldn't eat it, which was beyond my expectation. I tried a few more times and found that the little wolf did not suck gracefully, but kept biting and tearing at the pacifier. Since it was a glass bottle, I couldn't help him squeeze out the milk. I was worried for him when the little wolf couldn't suck. I took out the pacifier and saw that it had been deformed by the wolf's bite. From the hole like a sieve, milk slowly seeped out drop by drop, but this trickle was obviously not enough to appease a hungry wolf cub. No wonder I once heard an old Quinn tell me about the ferocity of a litter of wolf pups fighting for milk. Not a single breast of a nursing mother wolf is intact. The pups know how to compete for the milk they get from the first mouthful of milk. The more milk there is, the greater the chance of survival. It seems that the strong little wolf who persisted until the end and was rescued should have been the one who swallowed the most milk.
I was still surprised when the little wolf swooped up again, biting the pacifier and dragging it back with all his strength. His little paws kept slipping on the slippery floor. Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and the pacifier was bitten by the little wolf. It broke, and he bit the half of the pacifier and fell over. The milk spilled all over the floor. The little wolf hurriedly turned over, chewing half of the pacifier in his mouth, and greedily grabbing the milk on the floor. I quickly grabbed his neck, opened the wolf's mouth, and forced out half of the pacifier. The little wolf roared and bared his teeth at me. He couldn't accept the thing in his mouth being taken away. As soon as I let go of the little wolf, he immediately began to eat a lot, still licking and biting, and the milk on the ground was trampled into a mess by him. He didn't eat enough, and he whined dissatisfiedly.
It was easy to lick and eat. I found a big bowl, poured the milk into the bowl, and put it on the ground. The little wolf immediately jumped into the bowl, opened and closed his mouth, and in an instant, half of the milk in the bowl was gone. He kept rolling the milk with his tongue and sending it to his mouth. At the same time, he picked up the milk with his mouth and raced to swallow it down his throat, constantly making "gurgling" eager swallowing sounds. As this was not enough, the little wolf simply stepped into the bowl and drank aggressively. The bowl of milk was overturned and flowed everywhere. I had to hold on to the milk bowl to ensure that he finished drinking. Even sick wolves that have not been weaned are not squeamish about eating. Many unweaned puppies or other animal cubs often need to use syringes or bottles to persuade them to feed, but wolves do not need to. It seems that I am going to The bottle is really unnecessary. The little wolf cub is far from weak as I thought.
At this time, the bowl of milk on the floor of the studio had already been licked clean, and the little wolf rolled up his tongue and licked his mouth with unfulfilled interest. I touched the fox sitting next to me and praised him: "Fox, be good, I will fill you with milk right away."
The fox was silent... I stood up and went around the painting desk to get the remaining half pack of milk. Suddenly I saw a flash of white shadow, followed by two dog barks of "woof, woof", and the fox who just now was obediently It shot towards the little wolf like an arrow and bit the little wolf's neck hard, causing the little wolf to scream in agony. I was so frightened that I shouted "Let go of the fox!" and ran over to rescue him.
How could the fox, who had been so angry for a long time, be willing to listen to my greeting, "Let go? Okay!" The dog's head flicked, and the little wolf flew out, hitting the door with a muffled "pop", and then landed on the solid floor. Go up, turn sideways, kick your calves twice and stop moving. The furious fox wanted to pounce on him and bite him again. I held him down and hurriedly looked back at the little wolf. The little wolf closed his eyes tightly and his whole body was limp. Only his belly was still rising and falling slightly. I called the little wolf twice anxiously. The little wolf's eyes opened slightly, but he never turned over and got up again. My heart suddenly went cold.
As a defenseless little wolf cub, the only way to defend himself in the face of danger is to pretend to be dead. At this moment, it was obvious that he was not pretending to be dead deliberately but was actually seriously injured. The fox weighs nearly ten kilograms, while the wolf cub weighs less than two kilograms. You can imagine the disparity in strength. The young wolf's tender bones have not grown hard yet. The ribs are less than half the thickness of chopsticks. Some of the tiny bones are as fragile as toothpicks. The neck is not much thicker than a chicken neck. The internal organs are even soft and fragile. Such a weak little wolf is defenseless. Under such circumstances, he was bitten on the neck first, and then fell heavily to the ground. How could he bear it?
I tightly held the struggling and screaming fox between my legs, and hurriedly reached out to hug the little wolf. As soon as I touched the wolf's fur, I suddenly retracted it as if it was bitten by a snake. Based on my past experience in rescuing stray dogs, you must not move a dog that has been injured by a fall or bruise immediately, because you don’t know whether the internal organs and bones have been shattered. If you keep them as they are, there is still hope for them to survive. If the dog is moved incorrectly, the internal organs may rupture and become displaced. Or if the broken bone penetrates into the organs, there is no way to save it. Now we can only observe it first!
While I pressed the fox tightly, I stroked the little wolf's head distressedly, "Woo, woo..." I called tremblingly over and over again, but I didn't dare to move. I looked at the little wolf lying on the ground helplessly. , so anxious that tears rolled down his face.
The fox is usually well-behaved and sensible, so I didn't pay much attention to his jealousy. I never expected that the hidden crisis would erupt today. The little wolf caused such trouble as soon as he entered the house. How could I have forgotten the jealous rage of the fox? I carefully touched the little wolf's neck bones, spine, ribs, leg bones... and checked one by one. Fortunately, the bones were fine, but there was blood oozing from the little wolf's thin neck.
The little wolf lay there for seven or eight minutes. Under my repeated calls and comforts, his eyes opened wider. He tried hard to raise his head and kicked his legs a few times. Suddenly he touched some painful spot and spasmed again, feebly. Lie down and exhale "hiss".
"Does it hurt, little wolf? Where else are you injured?" The more I asked, the more worried I became. The little wolf closed his eyes weakly, and his stomach rose and fell rapidly, as if he was gathering strength. After a while, he took a few big breaths, coughed twice, opened his eyes again, straightened his neck and raised his head with difficulty, twisted his waist twice, put his front legs on the ground, and kicked his hind legs hard. He quickly stretched out his hands to support his waist and legs. After swaying several times, the little wolf actually stood up. He calmed down, shook off the fluff all over his body, avoided my hand, and walked shivering under the chair, looking for a refuge that he thought was safe. He leaned against the leg of the chair, lowered his head and licked the dust from his body without saying a word. Seeing that Little Wolf had regained his composure, I finally calmed down a little.
The fox, who was lying on the ground introspecting, heard that the cub was still moving. The dog's teeth gnashed loudly, and a series of muffled thunderous grunts began to come out of his throat. I got so angry that I slapped the fox's bared teeth. On the mouth, although the beating was not severe, it was the most severe punishment ever. "Fox, little wolf, if you make a mistake, I can't forgive you!" I pushed open the studio door and said, "Get out!" The fox had never seen me lose such a temper. He lowered his head and clamped his tail. He crawled out of the studio, sat on the ground, and watched what was going on in the studio through the glass door.
I wiped the cold sweat from my head, took out the medicine box, picked up the little wolf and sat on the edge of the couch, put him on my knees, and tried to gently press the little wolf's chest and abdomen with my fingers to see if he had any pain reaction. There were several bruises on the wolf's hind legs and B*tt0cks.
It was probably the B*tt0cks that hit the door first. When my hand touched his injured H!p, he subconsciously shrank his body, but never screamed, like a brave child gritting his teeth not to cry out in pain. I smoothed away the soft lanugo hair on the little wolf's neck, and then gently blew the inner fine hairs to open a hair path, and carefully inspected his neck: two clear tooth marks were red and purple, and under the tooth marks, there were thin The arteries and blood vessels were beating slightly, which made me jump with fear. The fox had struck hard.
Fortunately, he was just a pet dog and his fangs were not so sharp, so he was stopped in time. Otherwise, would the little wolf still be alive once it bit through the artery? I then checked the other side of the wolf's neck. There were two teeth marks that were very deep and pierced the flesh. A drop of blood slowly seeped out and dripped along the wolf's fetal hair on the white floor. I felt a tight pain in my heart. , carefully applied a little white medicine to the little wolf. This was the first time I had raised a wolf pup in danger, and the pup's meager fate was just a hair away. It took me a while to catch my breath before I calmed down. It seems that raising wolves requires careful and careful care.
I originally thought that the pain from applying the medicine would make Xiaolang avoid struggling, but unexpectedly, he was indifferent to the pain except for the slight reflexive shaking of his neck muscles twice. I raised my eyes to look at his expression. There were no tears in the eyes of the little wolf whose blue film had not faded. Instead, he was staring closely at the fox baring his teeth at him outside the glass door, thoughtfully---this one in front of me.
Animals were obviously of the same kind as him. What he couldn't understand was that this kind of animal wanted to kill him the first time it saw him. In the wolf society, wolves are cared for by the big wolves, and there has never been a case of big wolves killing cubs in order to compete for food. As for what jealousy is, Xiaolang doesn't even understand. He just vaguely felt that the same kind in front of him seemed to have completely different survival rules from him.
The little wolf gradually fell asleep in my arms. After a lot of tossing, he was tired...
Two hours later, the little wolf woke up, went to the ground to pee, and stretched his muscles, as if he had regained his energy. The fox sat outside the studio for two hours, exhausted, his eyebrows lowered and his tail between his legs. Then I opened the studio door and let the fox in. The fox rolled his eyes and entered the studio, shrinking back into his comfort zone - the fox's nest was under the Luohan couch. Relying on my pampering, the fox dragged two pictures from my bedroom. After taking the expensive sheepskin, he painstakingly laid it under the couch to make his soft bed. There is a long step stool in front of the couch. The fox usually gets under the couch and lies comfortably on the sheepskin. With the step stool and the edge of the couch blocking it, he can still have a line of sight to observe the situation outside. , like a hidden military fortress, it is really a geomantic treasure.
The fox hid in his den to protect himself. Even when the wolf cub drank milk in front of him again, he couldn't bear to say anything. However, something that the fox never expected was yet to come - the well-fed and well-fed wolf cub quickly fell in love with the fox's comfort zone. With the help of the fox, he did not dare to make any mistakes. The cub was not afraid of anything. He walked over, bared his teeth and roared, announcing that this fox den was now owned by wolves!
Seeing that the little wolf was trying to take over the nest he had worked so hard to build, the fox refused to give in and growled to threaten the little wolf. I paid close attention to the fox's actions and was always ready to protect the little wolf. With my support, the little wolf became even more bold. He bared his teeth and faced the challenge without hesitation. He took a few steps forward, bit a corner of the sheepskin and tore it out. As if he wanted to sweep the fox out of the nest, the fox stretched out his front paws and tightened his grip. Hugging Sheepskin tightly, the atmosphere under the couch suddenly became tense.
The little wolf is extremely cunning and always stays within my protection range, frequently challenging the fox. The fox's eyes began to turn red, his fur stood on end, and his anger grew stronger and stronger like wildfire. He ignored all my warnings and rushed forward in a rage, biting the little wolf's neck fiercely. "Wow..." The fox just rushed out of the bed and found that the little wolf was missing. Then he tightened his scalp and was caught by me. When he looked again, the little wolf was already in my arms. . The fox trembled all over, and fell down with the dog's hair brushing on the ground. The fear was like ice water, which awakened his sense of crisis - Oops, there is no way to escape from this beating today.
As soon as I pinned the fox to the ground, the little wolf ran towards the fox's den as if he had won the first battle, and officially announced that this place was renamed the wolf's den.
I picked up the paper tube and spanked the dog's B*tt. The fox closed his eyes tightly and screamed for mercy. His tail was so nervous that it trembled, looking pitiful. I pointed the paper tube at the fox's nose and lectured: "Never bite the wolf cub at any time, do you understand?!" The fox hurriedly wagged his tail. He knew better than anyone that a good dog will not suffer the consequences.
"Reflect on yourself!" I let go of his scalp. "Reflection" is another kind of punishment, which is to make him lie down on all fours, face the ceiling and think about where he went wrong. Obedience is a dog's nature. Without my forgiveness, the fox would lie down for hours without daring to move. Seeing that I had subdued the fox, the little wolf got out of the couch and walked around the fox lying on the ground.
The little robber still dares to watch the fun? The fox roared dissatisfiedly and wanted to threaten the intruder who would be beaten and punished.
"Shut up!" I warned sternly. The fox hurriedly swallowed the unfinished threatening sound into the dog's belly, and even with ten courages, he did not dare to take the risk of being beaten again. The little wolf sniffed around with confidence and simply climbed onto the fox. The fox tried his best to endure it and let the little wolf crawl around on him.
I was very happy to see that they were finally compatible. I picked up the camera and took the first friendly photo. I praised: "Be good, that's great. Let's live in peace..." Before I could finish my words, the fox was shocked. screamed! It turns out that "friendliness" is not as simple as I thought. The little wolf took advantage of the fox's punishment, found his lifeblood, bit down hard, and tore it apart with a flick of his head! The fox howled in pain and kicked the wolf away. The little wolf rolled out more than a meter away like a pom-pom. He turned over and immediately crossed his legs and ran back to the bed without looking back. He saw a small tail like a tender spring bamboo shoot tremblingly dragging on the bed. It swayed behind him and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the fox curled up in a ball and licking its wounds to relieve pain.
Does the little guy still have this skill? I was dumbfounded. I was on guard against the fox, but not on the little wolf. This little guy really knows how to take every opportunity and retaliate. I quickly comforted the fox and checked the wound. Fortunately, the little wolf cub was not very strong, but its sharp baby teeth still pricked a few blood spots the size of rice grains in the vital parts of the fox. The most disgusting thing was that the place where the little wolf lowered its mouth was really cunning and insidious. I quickly applied medicine to the fox again. This time it was good. One bite per person was fair and reasonable.
The strong have the advantages of the strong, and the weak have the means of the weak. Who would have thought that the little wolf cub who couldn't even stand still would be so vengeful. Although I have only been with Xiaolang for a week, I often feel that I have underestimated Xiaolang in terms of vitality, competitiveness, strategy, courage, cunning, etc.
The fox and the little wolf are both my beloved babies. Although the wolf cubs need more care, the fox must also be treated fairly. I spread the two pieces of sheepskin separately under the couch and let them each occupy one side. But the fox put on a sworn attitude and angrily dragged out his piece of sheepskin and spread it under the painting desk to build a doghouse, so that he could not afford to offend and hide. After the fox gave in, I often consciously petted him and praised him. When I was avoiding the wolf cub, I also gave him some snacks. The fox became happy and said, "I still have a special status in my master's heart."
Little Wolf is a natural master of hiding. He will immediately become alert if there is any disturbance outside the house. When I leave the studio, he will instinctively hide himself and stay quietly in his den. When someone comes in, he is extremely quiet. His bright little eyes looked outside obediently and vigilantly, observing the movement. He stayed put until I lifted the alarm. I once watched a documentary in which a female scientist who often dealt with snakes in the wild said: "In nature, the first thing animals have to learn is to hide themselves and then observe their surroundings quietly.
Walking into a quiet forest, it seems that There is nothing around, but there are actually countless pairs of eyes looking at you with various thoughts. This is especially true when you want to be a predator. You must first protect yourself from being preyed on, and then hunt. "It seems like a wolf. I have been good at this since I was a child. You must know that dangers are everywhere in nature. Bears, jackals, wild dogs and other predators can threaten the lives of wolf pups. Only the pups who are best at protecting themselves can have the greatest chance of survival.
Although the wolf cub was hidden quietly, the fox never gave up on chasing him away. Whenever my parents came up, the fox would scurry in and out excitedly, run up to my dad and yank his trouser legs, then rush back to the bed and bark wildly inside, pointing and curling up with the tip of his nose like a human finger. The little wolf in the dark corner tried his best to "snitch" to his parents. Little did they know that "there is a wolf in the house" is something that parents would never think of, let alone pay attention to the fox's report. Not only that, the milk the little wolf drank and the urine he peeed were recorded in the fox's account, and the fox often got scolded for the little wolf.
After several attempts to inform the fox failed, the fox stopped confronting the little wolf head-on. However, the overt struggle ended and the secret war began.
That day I opened the studio door for ventilation, and a large wasp flew in, buzzing and flapping its wings on the floor-to-ceiling glass. It was a frequent visitor to the studio. The fox tilted his head to observe the wasp flying lower and lower. I sat down to read a book and didn't care about the fox's behavior, because he had been stung by a wasp when he was a child and knew how serious it was, so he would never provoke it. After watching him for a while, he would go away.
However, the drunkard's intention was not to drink. The fox trotted around the wolf cub excitedly. He eagerly led the wolf cub in front of the glass and barked "woof" at the wasp that was still pounding. The wolf wolf immediately noticed This little living thing. Animal cubs are full of curiosity about moving things when they are young, and the wolf cub is no exception. His first reaction is to test the little living thing with his mouth...
With a scream of "Ouch!", the little wolf's tender nose was stung by a hornet. The pain caused him to scream loudly, bumped against the glass, jumped into the garden outside the studio, and plunged into watering the flowers. In the basin, he used cold water to relieve his severe pain. I was frightened by this sudden accident and quickly found toothpaste for Little Wolf to apply on the tip of his nose. The little wolf covered his nose in embarrassment and whimpered pitifully. He never expected that such a small living creature would bring him such unforgettable pain. He finally understood that the lethality does not depend on the size. His nose began to swell, and the tip of his nose turned to one side. Obviously, toothpaste was not enough to relieve the swelling and pain in the most sensitive part of the wolf, and the paste on his nose made him very uncomfortable. He wiped the toothpaste off his nose with his paw. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked his paw, then wiped it and licked it over and over again to heal himself.
Fortunately, his parents were not at home that day, so the little wolf who rushed out of the studio was not exposed. But I have deep doubts about whether the fox did it on purpose. Seeing the way the fox was shaking his head and wagging his tail proudly, I couldn’t catch any conclusive evidence and it would be difficult to punish him.
My suspicion was soon further confirmed: in the afternoon, a familiar friend came to my studio to sit for a while. The fox ran into the couch where the little wolf was hiding, and kept bumping the little wolf's injured and swollen nose. The little wolf endured the pain and lurked. The fox was even more proud, twisting around and rubbing and squeezing the little wolf's nose - "I want you to be silent". It hurt so many times that the little wolf couldn't help but squeak out. .
"What's the sound?" My friend lowered his head to see, but I hurriedly covered it up. After seeing off my friend, I freed the wolf cub, and the fox played with the wolf cub in an attentive and friendly manner. I had a vague feeling that the fox was not that simple, but there was no reason to attack him, so I had better observe it again.
The little wolf's activity space is only in the studio, but the fox can follow me upstairs and downstairs freely. One day when I was cooking in the kitchen, half of a chili pepper fell to the ground. The fox happily came up and sniffed it, found it was a chili pepper, and walked away disappointed. After a while, the fox turned back excitedly, carefully picked up the chili pepper and disappeared in a flash.
"Is this guy still interested in chili peppers?" I was too busy cooking to pay attention to him.
By the time I finished my meal and returned to the studio upstairs, Little Wolf, who had been hiding for more than an hour, was already starving. When I called "Woooo", the little wolf rushed out and swept up the remaining milk in the milk bowl.
"Cough! Kah! Wow..." The little wolf suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. He stretched out his tongue and kept breathing. He shook his head and licked his nose and rolled on the ground. He held his tongue with his two front paws and kept scratching, drooling all over his body. All. I was stunned and quickly picked up the milk bowl to check. A few golden chili seeds were still stuck to the bottom of the bowl. Where did the chili peppers in the milk come from? I quickly changed a bowl of water to the little wolf to stop the spicy food. I remembered the fox's unusual behavior in the kitchen, and I went around the house to confront the fox. But the fox had already sneaked away to his parents' room on the second floor to take refuge, and he was not seen again for a whole day. From now on, I will strictly monitor things like peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, so as not to give the fox any opportunity to take advantage of them.
Ginger is still old and hot, and the little wolf who is not yet a full moon is still a little green to fight with the "old fox". In terms of cunning and experience, the fox is far superior to him. But with the fox at the bottom of the bowl of water since he was a child, the little wolf's observation and defense abilities have improved by leaps and bounds, and his cunning and suspicion have also increased day by day.
Unknowingly, the little wolf is almost one month old. He has grown nearly twice as big as when he first came to the studio. He used to be less than half the size of the fox, but now he is only one head smaller than the fox. The little wolf's strength is also growing, and he can knock the fox over with one head. If the fox bares its teeth at him, he can bare his teeth even more aggressively than the fox! I feel happy to see the little wolf's health rapidly recovering and becoming more lively and no longer as weak and critical as before.
However, as the little wolf grew up, I felt uneasy: the little wolf became bolder, more curious, and more energetic, followed by restlessness and destruction. When the little wolf feels that his teeth are sharper and his claws are sharper, and the fox that he couldn't beat before doesn't seem to be scary anymore, and he becomes more familiar with the territory, he becomes less afraid of the outside world. He began to have his own judgments and opinions about the environment, and gradually became more stubborn. He was no longer a little guy who could come out at a glance and hide away at a glance. On the contrary, the little wolf yearned more for the smell of fresh earth. He fell in love with the scenery outside the studio. Small vegetable patch.
On a sunny afternoon, when there was no one upstairs, the little wolf boldly sneaked out of the studio, ran to the vegetable patch and rolled around to his heart's content, crushing a large piece of green onion, and digging out the garlic one by one until it was full of holes. The vegetable seedlings that had grown were trampled and staggered, and the tomatoes that had just grown red were bitten and eaten. The little wolf even dug a big hole in the middle of the vegetable field with great interest. The white floor tiles in the courtyard were covered with black paw prints. Suddenly, his little ears perked up, and he heard someone coming upstairs, and then disappeared.
This is when my father and I came up to water the water. As soon as we saw the messy vegetable field, we were dumbfounded. This is the result of Dad's hard work all spring! The heartbroken father saw the paw prints and picked up the broom and hit the fox on the B*tt without asking any questions, scolding the fox until he was confused. I saw the paw prints leading all the way to the bottom of the bed. Of course I knew who was the culprit, but I could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and let the fox take the blame. The fox had never done such a heinous and destructive act in his life. Now he was made a scapegoat for no apparent reason. He was beaten and insulted. He was so aggrieved that he burst into tears and started a two-day hunger strike!
I helped my father clean up the broken seedlings, and I felt very uncomfortable. The old man worked hard to introduce and raise seedlings. He climbed up and down every day to carry water to water the vegetables. The harvest was about to be harvested, but in the blink of an eye, it was completely destroyed by the wolf. Although they didn't realize it, the little wolf had already affected their lives. I felt guilty and self-blame for a while. Since I brought Xiaolang to the studio these days, Xiaolang has been keeping a low profile and has been cooperating with me in a tacit understanding. The wolf's innate understanding and intelligence made me mistakenly believe that he was more obedient and easy to raise than a dog. In his infancy, the wolf cubs only drank milk and slept for long periods of time. This silent and non-troublesome state made me almost forget about him. It's a wolf. I thought I could keep him in this studio for two or three months, but I didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to keep him for more than ten days. It was then that I realized for the first time that raising a wolf pup was much more complicated than raising a dog.
Dad had just left the third floor. Little Wolf thought he was safe and wandered out on his own without waiting for me to call. I deliberately pushed the little wolf's B*tt0cks to get him to go back and hide under the bed. Instead of stubbornly resisting, the little wolf patrolled everywhere with great fanfare. His expression seemed to say: "I can judge whether it is dangerous or not!" It stood up suddenly, and the uneasiness in my heart became more and more intense.
The little wolf didn't think there was anything wrong with destroying the vegetable patch. He proudly took out a tomato from under the couch and played with it like a ball with his little paws, as if to show off his harvest to me. Until he had enough, he took all the tomatoes. He swallowed it whole and even licked clean the tomato paste on his little paws. This guy was able to find food by himself at a young age and judge what was edible. He had gnawed garlic, bitten vegetable leaves, and chewed onions in the vegetable patch, but none of them seemed to suit his taste. He only had a fondness for tomatoes. Duzhong---eats one, chews one to pieces, and takes one away. On a hot rooftop, tomatoes are indeed a delicious way to cool down and quench your thirst.
I suddenly remembered that the tomato native to South America was originally called "wolf peach". Legend has it that "Wolf Peach" got its name because it is as red as fire. People thought it was poisonous and no one dared to eat it. In the minds of early people, anything evil and poisonous liked to be named wolf, because in the In people's eyes, the most vicious and dangerous thing in the world is the wolf. The name "Lang Peach" makes people stay away from it. It was not until the 16th century that the British Duke of Russia traveled to South America. When he returned home, he bravely brought back the "wolf peach" as a gift to express his love and dedicated it to his lover Queen Elizabeth. From then on, Europeans called it the "love fruit". "Love Fruit" and plant it as an ornamental plant in the garden. But after generations, no one dares to eat "wolf peaches". It wasn't until the 18th century that a French painter painted "wolf peach" many times. Faced with such a beautiful but "poisonous" berry, he couldn't resist its temptation, so he risked his life and ate one. It felt sour. The sweet and sour taste is very delicious. Afterwards, he lay on the bed and waited for death. But one day passed, and he was still lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with bulging eyes. Why, he ate the "wolf peach" that the whole world said was poisonous and he didn't die? ! He happily told his friends the news that "wolf peaches are not poisonous and can be eaten", and everyone was shocked. Soon, the news that "wolf peaches are non-toxic" shocked the West. Since then, hundreds of millions of people have safely enjoyed the blessings brought by this warrior who "dare to be the first in the world" and risked his life. Undoubtedly, this French painter did not choose food out of hunger, but truly fell in love with the "wolf peach" he painted. Perhaps it is the same painter who has such madness and rebellion to test love with his life, just like me Just like insisting on entering the wolf world, the legend may not be true.
Regarding the origin of "wolf peach", I thought of another possibility: the garlic, eggplant, cucumber and many other attractive fruits and vegetables in the vegetable garden were all tasted and discarded by the little wolf, and the peppers were not even touched. But the little wolf knows tomatoes naturally and chooses and eats them. Could it be that the "wolf peach" and the wolf really have an indissoluble bond? According to some records: "In the wilderness of South America, many wolves, when they are short of food, look for berries in the bushes at dusk to satisfy their hunger, and at the same time to supplement vitamins and water." People only know that wolves eat meat. Little did they know that wolves are also addicted to eating berries, and "wolf peach" is the life-saving fruit that wild wolves love. Perhaps some people living in the wilderness once followed the footsteps of wolves and picked up this bright berry to save their lives. Later, they called the red berries that wolves loved so much "wolf peach" with emotion. This terrible name coupled with the confusing blood-red color, Let people who have hated wolves for thousands of years define them as "venomous" without even trying, and pass this false judgment down from generation to generation.
After finding the first tomato, the little wolf began to have the ability to identify food. I picked a few "wolf peaches" that were out of the little wolf's reach and put them next to his nest. The next day they disappeared without a trace. .
From that day on, I didn’t dare to leave the studio. Even when I ate, I had to eat quickly or bring it to the studio to eat. However, under such strict supervision, I still heard my neighbors chatting: "I saw a gray cat through the fence." The cat ran into your studio. "I know exactly what the so-called "grey cat" is. The little wolf dares to walk out of the studio alone, dares to wreak havoc, and dares to despise danger. This is not a good sign. One day, he will no longer be willing to hide and wait for his mother like a timid cub. After all, the studio is not a hidden wolf or a crouching tiger. place. Besides, there is a fox who is vying with him. Little Wolf, Little Wolf, what should I do to you?
It is not advisable to stay in the studio for a long time. When Xiaolang's uncontrollable behavior first appears, it is urgent to find another place. I thought of Nolan.
Nolan is a friend I met while visiting the Black Bear Conservation Center. He loves animals and admires nature just like me. Nolan was an oil painter in his early years, and later switched to computer animation. Now he has his own animation studio, which is doing well. Once his career is on track, he can take time off to do the things he likes. Nolan likes photography and backpacking whenever he has free time. Our common interests gradually made us become close friends. I thought about it, and only Nolan could understand my feelings about saving animals best. Even if the little wolf grows up and I can't hide it from him, he will never betray me. But for now, in order not to cause trouble, he still concealed the fact about the little wolf from him. He only lied that he had picked up a stray dog and did not want to tell his family, and asked him to help find a place to settle down.
"If you really can't keep it, can you send it to a stray dog center?" Nolan said thoughtfully.
"No... the puppy is still too young, so I'm afraid of being bullied. I'll feel more at ease if I take it myself." I reasoned.
"Well, let's do this. There is a single apartment next to my house that happens to be vacant and fully furnished. You and the puppy can just move in." On the other end of the phone, Nolan readily agreed.
I quickly packed my things, called out the little wolf under the bed, reached out my hand and carefully grabbed the back of the little wolf's neck and picked him up. As soon as it left the ground, the little wolf immediately relaxed its limbs, becoming as soft and motionless as a rag doll as I carried it away. I shook my hand slightly, and the little wolf also swung it like a pendulum, with a quiet, well-behaved, calm and patient look in his eyes. I tried to relax my fingers as much as possible so as not to make the little wolf feel too uncomfortable. I played the role of a "she-wolf that moves its nest" and put the cub into a cardboard box. Although it was extremely hot and stuffy in the box in the middle of summer, he stubbornly endured and remained motionless. I cut two large ventilation holes for the little wolf on the side of the box, thinking that he would poke his head through the ventilation holes to take a look. Unexpectedly, he was still lying indifferently. In addition to the heat, the rise and fall of his belly was a little faster than before. Besides, he relaxed his limbs and remained motionless. Wild Wolf knows very well that coveting for temporary comfort may cost him his life, so he must endure it at the critical moment. I thought of the scene in "Wolf Totem" where a litter of wolf pups were taken out and pretended to be dead, and I couldn't help but smile knowingly. This was the only way for the pups to defend themselves.
I have always moved freely. I told my parents that I would go out to paint and would be away for a relatively long time. My parents were already accustomed to my lifestyle and told me to pay attention to safety, so they didn’t ask any more questions. When I went out with the carton in my arms, the fox naturally blocked the door of my house and refused to let me go. But for the little wolf, he couldn't do anything about it. Let the fox think about the fault of bullying the little wolf at home first.
It took half an hour's drive to reach the new home arranged by Nolan. Nolan helped me move everything in the car into my house and pack it up. I looked around while sitting on the sofa to rest: a bed, a sofa, a desk, a refrigerator, a washing machine and some simple daily necessities, which was enough. The most important thing is that there is more than 2,000 square meters of space on the unused roof of this apartment where the little wolf can move around without interference. It is not good for him to have too much contact with people. He lives in the city. Wolf. But now, the activity space of a big room is enough for the little wolf, and I am quite satisfied with this private place.
"Where's the stray dog you picked up?" Nolan asked.
I blushed, then suddenly thought of the lie I had told, and thought about how to deal with it in embarrassment.
"Ask you, where is the dog?" Nolan asked.
The ugly daughter-in-law will eventually meet her parents-in-law. Nolan's home is very close. Sooner or later, he will be able to see the little wolf. Fortunately, the little wolf is not much different from a puppy. Maybe he can hide it without recognizing it. Thinking of this, my heart skipped a beat. I called out a few times, and the cardboard box that had been kept silently in the corner made a loud bang. The little wolf, who had been depressed for a long time, suddenly burst out of the cardboard box like a stone monkey. He came out, peeing happily, and ran towards me impatiently. Suddenly seeing the stranger Nolan, the little wolf hesitated for a moment, then staggered over and trotted over, stretched out his nose and sniffed Nolan back and forth. wind.
As expected, the little wolf is no longer afraid of strangers. I am secretly glad that I moved to the nest in time.
"Oh, look how well this little guy hid!" Nolan laughed, opened his arms to catch him, and was stunned when he picked him up, "Wolf?!" Nolan's smile quickly disappeared, and he opened his eyes wide His eyes looked at me in surprise, and there were a thousand questions in his expression that he wanted to find answers to in my eyes.
I was shocked. I didn't expect that Nolan would see through the little wolf at the first glance. I muttered and tried to hide it: "This dog... looks a bit like a wolf?" However, I have been keen on watching "Animal World" for a long time. Nolan, who had accompanied me to encounter wolves, did not have bad eyesight. He used his fingers to open the little guy's sharp fangs, glared at me and snorted: "Stray dog? Just bluff me, what?" What's going on? "
As if I had been caught cheating in an exam, I was immediately discouraged. With tears in my eyes, I confessed to Nolan how I had rescued Little Wolf.
Nolan listened quietly and sighed: "Silly girl, I understand your sympathy, but you are just inviting a wolf into the house. Have you ever thought about how dangerous it will be when he grows up?"
"I haven't thought about that much," I frowned and said aggrievedly, "I just want to save a life first. If it were you, would you die without saving it?"
"This life is different. I don't have any problem with you picking up ten dogs, but this is a wolf!"
"He is so good, just like a puppy." I quibbled in a low voice.
"You are good now, but ambition has always existed in ancient times. Have you forgotten the words of your ancestors?"
"The ancestors also said that the sky is round and the earth is round!" I have always been stubborn. "Modern people have much broader knowledge than the ancients. Why do we have to follow the creeds of our ancestors in everything? Our ancestors didn't tell lies?"
"This is not a lie. I read the ancient article 'Wolf Ambition' when I was a student. It said that a rich man went hunting and caught two wolf cubs, mixed them with dogs and raised them. The wolves were very tame and got along well with the dogs. This man actually forgot that he was a wolf. One day, while he was lying in the living room, he heard the angry barking of a group of dogs. He woke up and looked around. There was no one around. He roared the same way every time. The man pretended to sleep and observed, but found that two wolves came up to bite his throat without him noticing, but the dog stopped the wolf from coming forward. The man finally killed the wolf and took the skin. Believe it or not, the wolf's ambition is a false accusation! (The wolf's ambition is true and does not slander them!) Warning to future generations. "
"The ancient prose is pretty good!" I smiled and then retorted, "As far as the story itself is concerned, the rich man only thought about accusing the two little wolves he raised of betraying him, but why didn't he think about the little wolves who had betrayed him? Did he catch it while hunting? Maybe he got it from killing a big wolf and digging out its den. Wolves are very vengeful animals, and there are many examples of wolves enduring humiliation and taking revenge in the play "The Orphan of Zhao". Unwilling to live a servile life like a dog, this rich man trained the wolf like a dog. How could it not end in tragedy? Is the comment left by such a person who does not understand wolf nature worthy of our belief? Besides, the ancients only said that wolves are ambitious? , the word "wild" has a profound meaning. Ambition is a yearning and pursuit of the life you deserve. I think it is natural for a wild wolf to have ambition. "
We both looked down at this pitiful and cute "wolf son". Seeing Nolan looking at the wolf silently and hesitating, I continued: "Besides, the allusion of 'wolf son's ambition' is about Yue Jiao's fight for power during the period of King Chu Mu. People are always unwilling to expressly say that their own kind is bad and use beasts as metaphors. As time goes by, future generations only remember the literal admonishment and forget the origin of the story. "
Nolan raised his hand: "No matter how you defend the wolf, the ferocity of the wolf is obvious to all. After all, he is different from a dog. That ferocity cannot be tempered by domestication! Putting aside the allusion of 'wolf ambition', for thousands of years, There is no good way to describe a wolf. Even the ancient people made the word 'wolf' by adding a little bit on top of the word 'harsh', which means the more 'harsh' they are, the more 'wolf' they are!"
I scribbled on the palm of my hand with my finger and said slowly: "Why do you think that?" When the word "wolf" is broken down, it means "dog" or "good". It can be seen that the ancients believed that wolves are good dogs, not evil beasts. "Shuowen" "Jie Zi" also said: 'The wolf is a good beast, and it has a good voice from the dog.'"
This was like a debate. Yi Feng was so angry that he pulled his hair violently and said, "You are so sharp-tongued! I won't argue with you. One day you will be bitten by him and you will know the consequences of inviting a wolf into the house!" After that, he turned around and left helplessly.
The door was closed, and I was alone with a wolf in an empty room that no one knew about. Although I was bold and strong-willed when I strongly advocated raising wolves, I still had no idea whether the cubs would become really wild when they grow up and bite me on the neck while I was sleeping. end. No matter if Nolan discovers the truth, if something happens to me one day, at least someone will know where I am going.
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