28 July 2012
Long ago, the people of the Brittish Isles believed that the universe was created by a Giant Wolf. Its massive pawprints filled to make the oceans and the gaps between the toes became the land. Then one day the Wolf found a hand sticking out from the soil. So she pulled on the hand until it became an arm, then a shoulder, a head, a man. Next to the man, also buried, was a woman, and thus people came into being. The Giant Wolf soon had pups and they became the very first wolf pack, and wolves and people coexisted peacefully, hunting the herds of deer and the like. Then when very old the Giant Mother Wolf passed away and walked across the sky and out of this world. Her pawprints became stars, and every night they showed the way for the dead to be reunited once more with the Great Mother Wolf.
From then on the different tribes women wore a necklace of a carved wooden wolf whos maternal intincts would look after the women throughout her life. The tribes still used the wolves to help them hunt as they simply needed to follow the wolves to the herds of game.
This special relationship continued, and learnt much, how to hunt, how to work together and how to find meat, this knowledge pushed humans from simple tribesman into efficient hunters and as their knowledge expanded they began to spread out and populate larger areas. Wolves were respected and admired for years to come...
... Until we began to herd cattle because at this point wolves were not respected and admired hunters but competition who were a threat to our cattle. And we killed them on sight, fearing and hating the animal that taught us so much, but wolves survived. They learnt to stay away from people, but this was becoming increasingly harder as the wild land, THEIR land, was shrinking, making way for farmland and towns. But Eventually they had no choice, and cattle started going missing, William the Conquerer in 1066 didn't like that and ordered wolves be exterminated. People hunted them down, showing no mercy, but shoeing savage joy in slitting the thoats of adults and pups alike. The last wolf on the Brittish Isles was killed somewhere between 1700 and 1750. And when people left for america they followed protocol, pushing the wolves from the lush american lands where they thrived and raised pups, into Canada, where their land continued to shrink. And that is where they stayed to this day. Because today wolves are daring to come back, they aree venturing back into Washington State, venturing closer to the species that so suddenly turned on them. And now people shoot them. They shoot the wolves and leave them rotting in the grass. They dare to think they have the right to control the natural order. They dare to kill wolves who have done no harm. They dare to form an Anti Wolf Alliance and petition for wolves to be wiped from the face of the planet. But what do you think? Will you stand and watch as events similar to this occur across the globe? Or will you stand up? Because I for one, will not be remembered as a person who sat and watched the world die.
The Plight Of The Wolf • Opuss № I