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Posted by Jenna on Nov 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 2 | 0 comments
Edmund Gulley sits by the side of the wolf. He strokes its fur. It pants.
It isn’t wearing pants, but it does it. Even so!
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. . .
Posted by Jenna on Nov 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 2 | 0 comments
Edmund is safe with the wolf.
He sits by the wolf and he is safe with the wolf and he knows he is safe with the wolf, because he has yet to sire an heir.
He leans against its fur and he lets it comfort him. He even lets it lick him — not on the skin, but on the shoulder of his vest. It is probably the best gigantic chained-up wolf companion that a boy could ever hope for; the wolf has practically raised him, and he loves and hates it like a father, like a father who ate your natural father, like a father who probably expects to bite your head off one day and gulp it down and make you a part of its muscle and its bone♥
. . . Like that!
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Posted by Jenna on Nov 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 2 | 0 comments
“I’m scared,” Edmund says, quietly.
The wolf doesn’t answer him. It just licks his shoulder again and waits.
“I dreamt that I was chained to you,” Edmund says. “And that you grew, and it crushed me. It went tighter and tighter and then I popped.”
The wolf whines.
He hides his face against it. “I want to let you go,” he says. “Why do I want to let you go?”
Softly, the wolf says, “It is natural.”
“You’ll eat everything,” protests Edmund.
“Not everything,” says the wolf.
“No?”
“It is a very big cosmos,” says the wolf. “The odds are against me. And I do not even know if I can breathe in space.”
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. . .
Posted by Jenna on Nov 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 2 | 0 comments
Edmund works his thoughts around a proposal. He chews it, shapes it, refines it with the teeth of his mind. Then he spits it out:
“You could get free,” he tells the wolf, “and then not eat the world.”
It looks at him.
“And what would you have me do, then?” it asks.
“We could be business partners!”
Edmund seizes the paw of the wolf in his two arms’ spread. He hugs it and does not mind the swords that are its claws.
“I could be the money and you could be the . . . wolf! And we could call it ‘Edmund & Wolf Enterprises.’”
“Is there a market for that?” the wolf asks him, amused.
“There could be,” says Edmund. “The world is bursting with untapped demand for giant wolves not eating them.”
“That’s extortion,” says the wolf.
Its tone suggests that it disapproves.
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Posted by Jenna on Nov 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 2 | 0 comments
Edmund Gulley sits by the side of the wolf. He strokes its fur. It pants.
It isn’t wearing pants, but it does it. Even so!
(Entry) -->
. . .
Posted by Jenna on Nov 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 2 | 0 comments
Edmund is safe with the wolf.
He sits by the wolf and he is safe with the wolf and he knows he is safe with the wolf, because he has yet to sire an heir.
He leans against its fur and he lets it comfort him. He even lets it lick him — not on the skin, but on the shoulder of his vest. It is probably the best gigantic chained-up wolf companion that a boy could ever hope for; the wolf has practically raised him, and he loves and hates it like a father, like a father who ate your natural father, like a father who probably expects to bite your head off one day and gulp it down and make you a part of its muscle and its bone♥
. . . Like that!
(Entry) -->
. . .
Posted by Jenna on Nov 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 2 | 0 comments
“I’m scared,” Edmund says, quietly.
The wolf doesn’t answer him. It just licks his shoulder again and waits.
“I dreamt that I was chained to you,” Edmund says. “And that you grew, and it crushed me. It went tighter and tighter and then I popped.”
The wolf whines.
He hides his face against it. “I want to let you go,” he says. “Why do I want to let you go?”
Softly, the wolf says, “It is natural.”
“You’ll eat everything,” protests Edmund.
“Not everything,” says the wolf.
“No?”
“It is a very big cosmos,” says the wolf. “The odds are against me. And I do not even know if I can breathe in space.”
(Entry) -->
. . .
Posted by Jenna on Nov 19, 2012 in Stomping the World Round: Chapter 2 | 0 comments
Edmund works his thoughts around a proposal. He chews it, shapes it, refines it with the teeth of his mind. Then he spits it out:
“You could get free,” he tells the wolf, “and then not eat the world.”
It looks at him.
“And what would you have me do, then?” it asks.
“We could be business partners!”
Edmund seizes the paw of the wolf in his two arms’ spread. He hugs it and does not mind the swords that are its claws.
“I could be the money and you could be the . . . wolf! And we could call it ‘Edmund & Wolf Enterprises.’”
“Is there a market for that?” the wolf asks him, amused.
“There could be,” says Edmund. “The world is bursting with untapped demand for giant wolves not eating them.”
“That’s extortion,” says the wolf.
Its tone suggests that it disapproves.
(Entry) -->
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