Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes

things could be worse if, for instance, my voice had been stolen by a pack of wolves.

sarcastic local news anchors laugh as they report that a family back from a camping trip are claiming to have heard the whispers of a wolf pack co-ordinating their attack before a hunt.

less amusing was the disappearance of a young man who went hiking alone in the national forest last week.  search and rescue teams found no sign of him, but i have.  i found a half chewed backpack in my barn this morning. 

the wolves gather in my barn at night, and they whisper to each other in my voice.  i slink out to my barn and listen, to have the chance to hear my own voice again.  it’s strange to hear my voice in a wolf’s throat planning a hunt for jackrabbits, or to stake-out a bear’s den so they can learn the habits of the mother and try to catch her cubs in some unprotected moment.

soon it will be hunting season.  the wolves have whispered plans to take hunters unaware, distracting them by flushing game ahead of them so the main pack can set upon them from behind.  i wonder if they’ll hide the evidence in my barn.  or perhaps they plan to leave the corpses in the open so as to put the human population on notice?

somehow i doubt the anchors will deploy their cheesy jokes and false smiles with that story.