A Wolf’s Tale 狼的傳說
With all her big brothers and sisters off to school, our ranch became a lonely place for our three-year-old daughter, Becky. She longed for playmates. Cattle and horses were too big to cuddle and farm machinery dangerous for a child so small. We promised to buy her a puppy but in the meantime, 「Pretend」 puppies popped up nearly every day.
I had just finished washing the lunch dishes when the screen door slammed and Becky rushed in, cheeks flushed with excitement. 「Mama!」 she cried, 「Come see my new doggy! I gave him water two times already. He’s so thirsty!」
I sighed, another of Becky’s imaginary dogs.
「Please come, Mama.」 She tugged at my jeans, her brown eyes pleading, 「He’s crying — and he can’t walk!」
「Can’t walk?」 Now that was a twist. All her previous make-believe dogs could do marvelous things. One balanced a ball on the end of its nose. Another dug a hole that went all the way through the earth and fell out on a star on the other side. Still another danced on a tightrope. Why suddenly a dog that couldn’t walk?
「All right, honey,」 I said. By the time I tried to follow her, Becky had already disappeared into the mesquite.
「Where are you?」 I called.
「Over here by the oak stump. Hurry, Mama!」
I parted the thorny branches and raised my hand against the glare of the Arizona sun. A numbing chill gripped me. There she was, sitting on her heels, toes dug firmly in the sand, and cradled in her lap was the unmistakable head of a wolf! Beyond its head rose massive black shoulders. The rest of the body lay completely hidden inside the hollow stump of a fallen oak.
「Becky,」 My mouth felt dry. 「Don’t move.」 I stepped closer. Pale-yellow eyes narrowed. Black lips tightened, exposing double sets of two-inch fangs. Suddenly the wolf trembled. Its teeth clacked, and a piteous whine rose from its throat.
「It’s all right, boy,」 Becky crooned. 「Don’t be afraid. That’s my mama, and she loves you, too.」
Then the unbelievable happened. As her tiny hands stroked the great shaggy head, I heard the gentle thump, thump, thumping of the wolf’s tail from deep inside the stump. What was wrong with the animal? I wondered. Why couldn’t he get up? I couldn’t tell. Nor did I dare to step any closer.
I glanced at the empty water bowl. My memory flashed back to the five skunks that last week had torn the burlap from a leaking pipe in a frenzied effort to reach water during the final agonies of rabies. Of course! Rabies! Warning signs had been posted all over the county, and hadn’t Becky said, 「He’s so thirsty?」 I had to get Becky away.
「Honey,」 My throat tightened. 「Put his head down and come to Mama. We』ll go find help.」
Reluctantly, Becky got up and kissed the wolf on the nose before she walked slowly into my outstretched arms. Sad yellow eyes followed her. Then the wolf’s head sank to the ground. With Becky safe in my arms, I ran to the barns where Brian, one of our cowhands, was saddling up to check heifers in the North pasture. 「Brian! Come quickly. Becky found a wolf in the oak stump near the wash! I think it has rabies!」
「I』ll be there in a jiffy,」 he said as I hurried back to the house, eager to put Becky down for her nap. I didn’t want her to see Brian come out of the bunkhouse. I knew he』d have a gun.
「But I want to give my doggy his water,」 she cried. I kissed her and gave her some stuffed animals to play with.
「Honey, let Mom and Brian take care of him for now,」 I said. Moments later, I reached the oak stump.
Brian stood looking down at the beast. 「It’s a Mexican lobo, all right.」 He said, 「And a big one!」
The wolf whined. Then we both caught the smell of gangrene. 「Whew! It’s not rabies,」 Brian said. 「But he’s sure hurt real bad. Don’t you think it’s best I put him out of his misery?」
The word 「yes」 was on my lips, when Becky emerged from the bushes. 「Is Brian going to make him well, Mama?」 She hauled the animal’s head onto her lap once more, and buried her face in the coarse, dark fur. This time I wasn’t the only one who heard the thumping of the lobo’s tail.
That afternoon my husband, Bill, and our veterinarian came to see the wolf. Observing the trust the animal had in our child, Doc said to me, 「Suppose you let Becky and me tend to this fella together.」 Minutes later, as child and vet reassured the stricken beast, the hypodermic found its mark. The yellow eyes closed.
「He’s asleep now,」 said the vet. 「Give me a hand here, Bill.」 They hauled the massive body out of the stump. The animal must have been over five feet long and well over a hundred pounds. Bullets had mutilated the wolf’s hip and leg. Doc did what he had to in order to clean the wound and then gave the patient a dose of penicillin. Next day he returned and inserted a metal rod to replace the missing bone.
「Well, it looks like you』ve got yourselves a Mexican lobo,」 Doc said. 「He looks to be about three years old, and even as pups, they don’t tame real easy. I’m amazed at the way this big fella took to your little girl. But often there’s something that goes on between children and animals that we grownups don’t understand.」