Wolf's Return to the Wild Chapter 10

We no longer dare to take Green on the street, and only take him to play in the courtyard of the community or on the roof of the building. I no longer take the elevator and walk up and down the sixteenth floor with Green every time.

Green was now more than two months old and had entered an awkward period of growth. At this time, Little Green seemed to be under magic and changed rapidly: his mouth was getting longer and thicker day by day, and his two ears were as hard, pointed and straight as a large flower shovel on the top of his head; the wolf's head was like blowing up a balloon. Inflated, at first glance it already looks like a big wolf, as if the head was stolen from the big wolf, but when you look at the body, you are still a little guy, with a slender body and a big head that is pitifully carried, just like in a cartoon The Q version of the big-headed doll. The little wolf's eyes were somewhat childish and clever, and his pupils gradually shrank and focused into a spot the size of a steel nail, his gaze bright.

Green's four legs have been straightened, and they are long and slender, like the legs of a deer. The extremely large soles of his feet are connected to the bottom of the thin legs like four official seals. Due to the rapid stripping of the ribs, the meat on Green's body suddenly seemed to be insufficient. It was thinly spread out and barely covered the increasingly thicker bones. Every time I hugged him, I could feel the ribs. Even if I tried to strengthen his nutrition, it was just stripping. Doesn’t gain weight. Despite his extremely uncoordinated appearance, he feels quite good about himself. He looks like a "handsome teenage wolf". Whenever he gets a chance, he goes out to show off his strong frame to his dog companions, and then runs around on the grass. Run west and strengthen your training on your own. Green's wolf tail gradually grew long hair, like a weeping willow branch on the river bank, which dragged to the ground. From time to time, the tip of the tail was stained with bits of rice and meat residue, which made him often chase the tail around.

On this day, my friend heard that we had raised a "new dog", so he invited us to take Green to his cabin in the countryside to play. We readily agreed, because since Green's disappearance, we have strictly controlled his activities within the community for the past few days, and he has never gone out. Today, we have the opportunity to go for a walk in the countryside, which is of course a dream.

We left the fox at home as a caretaker. Although the fox was very reluctant to do so, he had seen Green kill a chicken last time. His attitude toward Green became more awe-inspiring, and he no longer dared to compete with Green for jealousy. He was obedient. The land is left to look after the house.

My friend's cabin faces the waterfront, and there are many people fishing along the waterfront under the balcony. Green was full of surprises about the new environment, and several children of his friends were curious about the wolf-headed Green. The lively and active Green soon became the children's darling, and the children's careless touch did not bother him. To Green's disgust, perhaps it is easier to communicate between human and animal childhood individuals. The wilderness in the suburbs is a beautiful scenery. The children followed Green happily, lying on the ground and observing him curiously. They watched him lower his head and smell the ground and walk lightly, watch him chase butterflies foolishly on the grass, watch him roll lazily in the sun, and even watch him defecate. posture. They soon discovered that after little Green pooped, he would always turn around and smell the smell of his own poop. This had been his habit since he was a child. So when Green was seriously defecating again, a narrow hand stretched out and gently pulled away the dead leaf that was just supporting Green's stool, and quickly threw it into the ditch aside. When Green finally finished relaxing, he looked back and saw nothing behind him. He was confused and looked for his "results" all over the ground. The children hugged each other with laughter.

A few friends here were fishing by the lake, and one of them actually caught a bright red crucian carp the size of a tail palm, which is really rare. The friend was so excited that he showed off to us that today was his lucky day. Look at the different fish he caught. This is a good sign for a good start! In order to show off, he even used a separate basin to keep the red fish in the basin and put it on the balcony for everyone to look at with envy.

Not long after, the children came back with Green. As soon as he walked onto the balcony, Green discovered the living creatures in the water. His natural Hunter Jiang nature made Green get into the mood without thinking.

Green, as if he had learned how to fish in troubled waters a long time ago, stretched out a claw to stir the water, once, twice... The fish began to swim in the basin in a panic... Finally, the dizzy red fish In a panic, it fell right under Green's claws. Green used his claws to hook the fish along the edge of the basin and fished out the fish. Although the fish tail slapped Green's mouth loudly, the fresh fish naturally became Green's appetizer, with head, tail, scales and spines, and Green chewed it up in just a few mouthfuls. The small fish were not enough to fill the belly of a little wolf. Green returned to the edge of the basin to observe. The faint fishy smell was still wafting in the water. The pattern on the bottom of the basin made him think that there were still fish with missing claws. He continued to work hard. Stir the water and observe the bottom of the basin. Stirring it around was too troublesome, so Green simply held the edge of the basin in his mouth and turned the basin upside down. Then he turned it over to check that there was nothing else on the ground or in the basin, and then bit the basin to vent his disappointment.

Green's neat fishing movements and clear direction of thinking surprised me and everyone present. No one has ever seen a "dog" that can catch live fish and eat them. Although I know that wolves want to catch fish when they have the opportunity. Food, but I have never taught Green how to fish in troubled waters. How did he learn it? After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that the "Animal World" documentary I showed Green had a scene of wolves fishing in a ditch. At that time, Green tilted his little head and watched extremely intently, and was walking around in front of the huge TV. Detective, the scene "fish can be caught and eaten" must have been deeply imprinted in Green's mind, and now when such an opportunity arises, he immediately applies what he learned.

Several children watched with their mouths wide open as the last red fish tail trembled near Green's mouth, and Green took it into his mouth like a snake spitting out its core. Then they rushed to the lake and reported: "Uncle, uncle, you The good start was given to Missy by Green. "

The fish lovers burst into laughter: "This guy just caught one fish today, now he can't get any better."

"This puppy is interesting." Another aquarist who had returned with a full load saw that Green was still unsatisfied and generously threw a big fish to him. Green immediately held down the slippery fish and feasted on it.

After eating another half of the fish, Green was full. He quietly hid the remaining fish in the corner of the balcony and carefully covered it with some leaves. When he went out to play with the children again and came back hungry, he went straight to the balcony, accurately found the hidden leftover fish, and devoured it happily.

After a day of playing, a friend suggested: It’s rare for everyone to meet each other, so we must go have a hot pot! Nolan and I looked at each other with embarrassment on our faces. We didn't know what to do with Green, and we couldn't tell our friends that Green was a wolf. Although we are quite sure about Green's friendliness, and the children played happily and affectionately with "Puppy Green" all day long, if the truth about Green being a wolf is revealed, wouldn't it scare a bunch of people away?

"There is a cage for pets at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant. Just put the puppy (Green) in the cage." A friend suggested.

It was hard to refuse my friend's kindness, so Nolan and I had no choice but to agree. On the way into the city, Green, who had been playing all day, dozed off in my arms with his wolf eyes narrowed. Unexpectedly, as soon as I handed Green to the waiter at the door of the hot pot restaurant, Green started to struggle wildly. He was very afraid of strangers restraining him. He bit off the rope in one bite, then retracted to my feet and looked at those who tried to approach him warily. stranger. I comforted him by picking up Green and handing him over to the waiter again. Green clamped his tail, nervously held his two hanging hind legs together and looked at me doubtfully, not understanding why I wanted to hand him over to a stranger.

When the waiter wanted to put him into a pet cage, Green couldn't control it anymore. He had seen dogs in such cages at the animal hospital, and he would never want to be locked up like a dog. He twisted and kicked with all his strength, bared his teeth and threatened those who tried to deprive him of his freedom. When the waiter insisted on stuffing Green into the cage regardless of Green's resistance, he bit him in with lightning speed! The waiter was frightened and quickly let go. He touched the finger that was almost bitten with lingering fear and never dared to catch Green again.

Green quickly ran back to my feet and poked his head out to look around vigilantly. Wherever I went, he followed me closely, seemingly becoming my shadow. This was the only place where he felt safe in the crowded crowd.

So the store made an exception and allowed me to bring Green into the store.

I was always worried that Green would go crazy when I entered a hot pot restaurant, a place full of the smell of meat. Unexpectedly, Green followed me like the most obedient puppy and had a spicy taste for these things. The breath of food is full of suspicion and does not even look at it. He sneezed a few times and stayed close to my feet. I sat down to eat, and he was under the chair, lying on his side and sleeping soundly. I put a piece of ham sausage next to his nose, and he I glanced at it, showing no interest. Only then did I remember that Green had been unforgettably spicy once in the past by the chili peppers thrown into the milk by a fox. At this time, he was of course extremely vigilant in a place filled with spicy flavor like a hot pot restaurant.

In a big city, it is a special feeling to take a wild wolf to eat hot pot, and only you know the secret. Some people at the next table stretched their necks to look at Green, and some even asked, "Is this a wolfdog?" Nolan and I nodded vaguely.

A few days later, I was taking a nap at home, and I heard a "click-click" sound in my sleep. I played with Green in the courtyard of the community all morning. I was so tired that I didn't want to open my eyes, and I classified the sounds into categories while half asleep. The clicking sound was accompanied by Green's satisfied and intoxicated hum, and a fishy smell penetrated my nose. The more I listened, the more suspicious I became. When I opened my eyes, I saw Green sitting on the sofa, holding a fish in his two front paws and munching on it.

"Where did this fish come from?" I got up and was confused. I had never given him a fish in the past few days? Of course he wouldn't answer me. This guy ate fish scales all over the sofa, and his eyes were wary of me.

Several fish appeared inexplicably at home in the next few days, and the security guard of the community complained to me: "Your dog wants to catch fish!" After several ambushes and reconnaissance, I finally found out the truth---It turns out that since this kid knows After catching the fish, the fish in the water lily pond in the community suffered. When I take him out for a walk, Green often sneaks to the edge of the pond, muddies the water and makes a lot of noise. Whenever he gets the chance, he catches the fish that swim to the shallow water in a panic and makes them snacks.

Green became a skillful fisherman and cunning thief, often hiding one or two fish home for late-night snacks. When he came home with a fish in his mouth, he would be the first to rush up to the sixteenth floor along the corridor and hide the fish in a hidden part of the corridor or under the water pipe on the rooftop. Of course I wouldn't notice this as I slowly climbed up the stairs out of breath. Afterwards, he would take the fish home and hide it while I was cleaning or ventilating it, or even hide it on the rooftop and enjoy it when he was tired from playing. When the weather was hot, the fish hidden on the rooftop was half smelly, but he didn't care and ate it anyway.

After discovering Little Green's behavior of stealing fish, I had to buy more fish from time to time to add to the water lily pond in the community. Several times like this, some good-hearted old ladies thought I was a devout man. Every time they saw me, they would say hello: "Girl, are you releasing animals again?" I couldn't laugh or cry, thinking to myself: "What kind of animals are you releasing? This is for naughty dolls." "However, what surprises me is that this little guy Green has a stronger desire to hunt and learn survival skills than a dog. I haven't rewilded him yet, and he seems to have started rewilding himself. course.

The rooftop of the building was untouched by anyone and was supposed to be a safe place. However, the fish Green hid on it attracted a few uninvited guests - a big black cat and two big tabby cats. They took advantage of the large number of cats and stole the fish from Green's private house. When they saw Green, they even arched their backs fiercely to intimidate him. Green had never seen a cat before. He stretched out his nose and sniffed the cat's B*tt curiously. As the saying goes, "You can't touch a tiger's B*tt", and you can't smell an old cat's B*tt either! The black cat suddenly turned around, opened its fishhook-like claws and grabbed Green's little nose. Blood immediately flowed out, and the pain made Green whine and roll all over the ground. The three cats pounced on him and drove the scarred Green off the rooftop. At this time, Green is not much bigger than a cat. How can one fight against three? If you lose, just lose. A good wolf will not suffer immediate losses. When I got home, I put some medicine on Green's nose and let him lick the wound himself.

Unexpectedly, Little Green has a strong sense of territoriality and a strong desire for revenge. Two days later, I suddenly found the body of the black cat lying on the rooftop. It had been chewed up until only the grinning head and a tail were left. The dry cat eyes stared straight into the sky. The black cat never thought that it was a wolf that it had offended. Green tasted the taste of revenge and the deliciousness of cat meat for the first time!

After that, the other two cats never dared to go to the rooftop again. I don’t know if the black cat is ownerless. I’ve been paying attention for several days and no one has mentioned it.

After a few days, the fish in the water lily pond learned their lesson. As soon as Green's shadow appeared, the fish would hide in the deep water and never show their heads. Green's memory of choking on water when the moon was full was still fresh in his mind. He walked around the pool three times to the left and three times to the right. He wandered for many days, but still did not dare to risk wading into the water. I thought that Green, who couldn't catch any fish, should calm down and relax a little. Who knows that children all over the world are the same, and there are always stages of getting into trouble that make adults uneasy.

This morning, Green was swimming in circles with the small fish in the water lily pond. I sat in the pavilion reading a book and ignored him. He couldn't catch the fish anyway.

Suddenly, Green stopped, raised his head, raised his little nose, rolled his eyes, and began to walk towards the door of a unit, hiding behind a stone and looking curiously. I murmured in my heart, wondering what else he had discovered.

Over there, a sister-in-law was carrying a large plastic bag with a few vegetable leaves and green onion sprouts exposed from the mouth of the bag. It looked like she had just returned from shopping for vegetables. She walked slowly outside the unit and stopped in front of the community bulletin board, where she was attracted by the advertisement posted. She placed the heavy plastic bag on the steps in front of the bulletin board, rubbed her sore hands, and read the supermarket discount advertisement on the bulletin board with interest.

Green licked his nose, swallowed, lowered his body, raised the wolf's tail flat, and stretched his head, shoulders and tail into a line. The wolf's eyes stared straight at the plastic bag thrown on the steps. As soon as I saw Green's hunting action, I immediately became alert and shouted: "Green, no!"

Green was so focused that he didn't even listen to my greeting. He suddenly rushed out, jumped up the steps, aimed at the bottom of the plastic bag, bit it open, and pulled out a long strip of tenderloin with a "chick" sound. I chased after him and yelled to stop. Green dragged the strips of meat and ran and swallowed them. After running more than ten meters, the strips of meat had already entered the wolf's belly.

The sister-in-law chased Green, yelling. I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! The puppy is ignorant, I'm so sorry!"

"Dogs don't understand, and people don't understand either! Leash them up and chat with them!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'll be careful in the future..."

"In the future? What should we do this time?"

"I'll pay, I'll pay this time, please forgive me..." I hurriedly touched my wallet, and there was only one hundred yuan. Since it was compensation, of course I couldn't shamelessly ask others to change it, so I took out one piece. He handed it to the sister-in-law with both hands. My sister-in-law was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect me to be so easy to talk to, but then she felt that she couldn't save her face. She raised her chin and shouted loudly: "It's not a big deal if you have money. Who in the city is short of money? The key is to waste my time." Some Neighbors who were doing something good began to gather around to watch the fun, and all kinds of comments were heard.

"Sister-in-law, tell me your house number, and I'll buy meat right away and deliver it to your home without delaying your cooking, okay?" My attitude was humble. After all, I was causing trouble to others, so it would be better to put an end to the problem as soon as possible.

"I look down on the meat you young people choose, and why should I give you my family name?" The sister-in-law refused.

I sighed, it was not possible to pay for the money, nor for the meat, this was a bit troublesome. I suddenly remembered that housewives all like to go to the supermarket. Nolan just gave me a three hundred yuan consumer card from the supermarket yesterday and asked me to buy meat for Green. I didn't have time to go. I quickly took out the card and said with an apologetic smile: "Sister-in-law, this is a supermarket consumption card. I have never used the three hundred yuan once. I apologize to you. I am really sorry for causing you trouble today!"

There was a hint of unnoticeable surprise in the sister-in-law's eyes. She took the consumer card, looked at it, and held it in her hand: "I think your attitude is okay, so forget it. You should take good care of the dog in the future."

I nodded and bowed, finally resolving one thing. Green is a hidden concern of mine, and it is particularly important to have a good relationship with my neighbors. If you raise a wolf, you have to live with your tail between your legs. I just want to be safe.

After sending my sister-in-law away, I glared at the troublemaker Green. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him looking for food. The wolf was originally a Hunter Jiang, and whatever he hunted was his own. He contentedly licked his paws and washed his face in the pavilion, as if what happened here had nothing to do with him.

As Green grew older and became more courageous, he became a little bully and an expert in destruction. No matter how closely I followed him, he would always come up with endless tricks and tricks to cause trouble. It became my main job every day to follow him to apologize and compensate for the losses. I was afraid that he would cause trouble to others, so from then on I strictly controlled his activities on the rooftop and never took him downstairs again.

Although the rooftop was big, there was no place to hide when the sun was out, there was no place to hide when it was raining heavily, and there was not a single blade of grass on the hard cement floor. I felt very sorry for Green. As Little Wolf grows older, his range of activities should become wider and wider, but on the contrary, his living circle is drawn smaller and smaller, retreating from the city streets to the community courtyard, and from the community courtyard to the empty rooftop. , when there is no way to retreat, what should I do with him?