The wolf who could never forget…
Sunday, February 18th, 2007"Forget my name." The tiger said.
But the wolf kept on talking. He didn’t want to forget the tiger. He thought it was stupid.
The tiger has made up his mind however.
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The owl was still pissed.
The tiger was still hurt.
The wolf was still oblivious.
Or was he…?
Could it be that he wasn’t as oblivious as he wanted them to think? Could it be that he actually knew everything and observed everything keenly? Could it be that he somehow knew where everything was heading? If so… why did he keep his mouth shut?
The wolf knew but didn’t want to get involved…
Somehow though, he did, while the wolf was hunting for food in the nearby grasslands, the tiger came and walked near to the wolf.
The tiger was clearly pissed but also was clearly out of line clawing the wolf. The wolf, suprised at the sudden aggression when all he did was offer a piece of candy, fought back. That was the last straw, he thought.
The wolf overdid himself and almost tore the tiger’s heart…
"You had this coming, you need to stop being such a kid and grow up. Everyone has their fucking emotions but instead of lingering on them, they move on. You’re not the only one who exists here. Do you even get that?" the wolf said after spitting blood, he continued to stare at the tiger as he was walking away. "Forget the fucking poachers."
"Forget my name." the tiger said.
"I highly doubt it." the wolf barked back. "But just so you’d know, it wasn’t me who walked away. I’m here."
And tiger left.
And the wolf waited…
He lit a cigarette and waited.
