Ms. Julie Wesson of Wilton, Wisconsin for
her fictional story.
The Seasons of Rural Wisconsin
I love the summertime! I played hide and seek in the meadow and
lunched on the flowers of the luscious ladyslipper. I sneaked
up on you and pulled off your hat and ran away to hide it.
That was so fun! I ran races with my friends and even let
that timid, cowering fellow win one time.
During the fall, one of my friends died unexpectedly. I felt
such sadness and sang a very mournful song indeed. I moped
around sadly for days and even checked various hiding places,
hoping maybe I’d find my friend again, perhaps in the ravine,
near our cave or by the babbling brook’s edge. He was gone
forever, and I miss him.
When we had the first snowfall, I danced and sang, jumping in
the air to grab the falling snowflakes. My friends and I ran
through the snowdrifts, and sometimes I let my less-than-confident
friend beat me to the shelter of the snow-frosted pines.
When springtime arrived, I babysat for my friend, while she
got some food for her little ones. I even skipped dinner to
help, but I didn’t mind. She needed help. I helped another
friend keep safe when some bullies tried to hurt him when he
wanted to eat with the others. By putting myself between him
and the bullies, I was able to keep him safe.
I sang a wonderful song last night with my friends; we were
all a little off key, but we didn’t care. Our song was still
harmonious to us! I am Beta Wolf, and I love my place in the
pack. I know that Alpha Wolf is the boss, but I’m next in
line, but a heartbeat away from being the leader. My present job
is to keep peace and to protect the often-picked-on Omega
Wolf. I love my position in this hierarchy of friends here
in rural Wisconsin no matter what the season.
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