I was hatched from a beautiful gray egg in the dead of night, in the light of a full moon, in the stinking humidity of a Texas' summer breath, and the first thing I did was release a terrifying scream that shook the surrounding earth within a radius of 5 miles. Naturally, it shook me out of the tree and I landed on my head. Ever since then I just haven't been right. 
I was taken in by a family of wolves that had been roving around for a nice armadillo to snack on. They had thought it was me and proceeded to start chewing me, but I had the consistency of stringy melting rubber ball and they spit me out declaring I was the nastiest thing they've ever tasted. From that day forward I was a wolf. Everything they did, I was expected to do. Whatever they ate, I ate. Whatever they played, and bounced among them. Wherever they went, I waddled along right behind them. 
With time, I grew. Not much, but I did grow in many ways. My wiry body grew thicker and sharper. My fur turned into long, sleek feathers, which was worth the awkward bald patches I was heckled for for so long. My beak became hard, my claws sharp, my eyes keen. Though mainly innate, a large part of my wit was also strengthened by my little pack. We shared the desire to hunt, but they piqued my interest in not just tactics, but true strategy. How intrinsic I became when we discovered I was creature of flight. I wasn't an odd thing for me however, to smash my cranium into the nearest pine and send its bulky seeds scattering all over my brothers and send the prey running. In time though, I was soaring high and providing a good eye to my fellow hunters. Ah, the joy that floods back when I think of us all gathered around a slain doe, them ripping into the meat, me giving an occasional good tear with my hardy beak and leaning back to gulp it all down at once. Those days couldn't last forever though. 
One morning I had came across a curious little hole, so I shuffled around it and peered in. I didn't see anything inside so I paced around it five more times while looking around then stopped, looked down, then peered in again. Well, there was still nothing to see but the hole was beckoning me. So I stuck my head in it. 
It really wasn't the best decision to say the least, my head became stuck. I looked around a bit inside and shortly after realized I couldn't pull it back out. I pulled and twisted and shoved back and forth over and over. I screamed and cried and from the outside I'm sure it looked like a strange mating dance. So much time went by and I finally just relaxed all my muscles and let my body collapse outside the hole. My eyes started closing and right when I was about to completely doze off, something started sniffing my butt; but I recognize that snout anywhere--it was the very cub I had grown up with all these years--Snoofy! I cried out in joy and he bit my butt to my alarm. "You know me!" "I can't get you out any other way!" With that he continued tugging and pulling my body every which way. He then tried digging around me, dirt kept collapsing on my head but the ground was becoming loose.  
Suddenly a shout ran out and I heard a growl. Somebody screamed and something hit Snoofy, he let out a yelp and collapsed on my legs. Again, I was alone, ants picking my skin, a soaking wet butt with clumps of dirt from Snoofy's attempt to free me.  I heard more steps behind me. Little smooth hands picked dirt around and pulled
me out. I was happy to be free, but not to be in the clutches of a little human but I was helpless. I was weak and somewhat bent up, my eyes half open due to tears and chunks of dirt stuck in them. I could barely see the girl even with evening fast approaching.  
Somehow I ended up in her backpack, in a house, in an animal shelter, in a pile of balloons, on a cruise, and halfway around the world. She was nice as well as my other captors--but they had their own ends and I had to find my pack. I've since escaped my rescuer and others too, I've zipped through power lines and fought rats with sharp claws and whips for tails. I've had many good times too, and I've enjoyed my solitary travels more than many I've had with company--but I long for the night when I'm reunited with my pack and we can scream together to the moon.
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