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July 28th, 2005
(Don't expect me to finsh this, I was just in the mood to write something like this and probably won't want to finish it later)
I sat in my chair in the dark, cold winter night. The statue of four wolves sat in front of me. It had a center where a tealight candle the size of a quarter went inside. Above that was a glass tray filled with tranquility aromas. The heat of the flame rose above and flickered on the tray, causing smoke to arise, smoke of beautiful aromas. A small, simple invention for the age at when I existed. The age was 3423, far past the time I expect for my great great, etc grandmother's time. My great grandmother was an amazing woman. Her name was Shanet Barber and she was to help save populations of dying off animals, and suceeded in her time. Unfortunatley, not in my time.
Now adays, there are no more wolves, eagles, or white bengal tigers left. It was annouced that in 3321, the last wolf on Earth was shot and killed. My mother always told me wolves were magical, non existing animals. I later researched and found out they were real. Not a surprise to my mother, she hated wolves, told my siblings and I they were evil, dark, servants of the devil. That's only because she's lead to believe that one killed her great grandmother. Let me get back to the point and discontinue to bore you.
As I was saying, I was watching my beautiful cangle wolf statue, when I heard something outside. It was just like a clunk. I was always curious, and so I grabbed my fleece coat and headed out into the sparkiling white snow which shone beautifully in the moonlight. Did I forget to tell you? I live in Alaska and so we are in a time when it's always dark for a few months. I heard snow crunching on the other side of the house. I walked over and saw something rush into the woods. I followed it half way through, then turned around.
I heard a sound and gulped. It may have been a dog, but it sure as anything sounded like a wolf's howl.
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