I wus born at a very early age, meerly a wolf cub (a "puppy" in you-man langwitch). Days and nites wur spent in a big sire cave called a cage. Mother slept with her back against me when I wus not nursing. Wus so good. Sol does not know I am using his computer. Hee Hee! I trained his speech recognitions software to know my sounds.

But as I grew I saw small furry animals with long fuzzy tails just outside our metal cave. They were always marking acorns and nuts with their scent by putting them in their mouths but not eating them. When the nuts were covered in spit they buried the nuts in the ground. If my sister, "Crunch" or I, either one of us barked, they would shake their butts at us to make us madder so we barked again louder but they wur not afraid of us. We wur in a prison. The squirrels noo it, too. Mother said we should not get so angry. She said when we got out of our cages, we would dig up the nuts and eat them. The squirrels would be the ones to get angry then. We would use the energy in the nuts to roam far, and we would not go up to you-mans to beg food. That's how we ended here, losing our ability to roam and sniff new odors.