I was born in Illinois and we lived in a house on the last row of houses in a small neighborhood surrounded by forests and cornfields. In the woods behind our house lived a pack of wild dogs. They were vicious; a mixture of coyotes and house-dogs who were too mean to keep. Because of these dogs, my older brothers told me, little girls should never wander in the woods alone. Why, they’d chased our friend Mark–practically a grown-up at 13!–and he’d had to jump over the river and climb a tree to escape them.
My brothers said Mark was lucky. He wouldn’t have stood a chance if Chowtoe still lived in the pack.
I never saw him, but my brothers said Chowtoe was huge, like a bear, and meaner than all the other dogs. He was also different. While the rest of the dogs were shades of muddy brown, Chowtoe was light-colored, yellow like the golden retriever that lived next door, with yellow wolf-eyes. Because Chowtoe was so vicious, he didn’t get along with the other dogs. He’d steal all the food when they made a kill and attack the other dogs just for fun. My brothers said they used to find mauled dog-bodies in the woods back when Chowtoe lived there.
But one day, the dozen or so other dogs in the pack turned on Chowtoe, and attacked him. Even Chowtoe couldn’t handle all of them at once and he was chased from the pack, and then from the forest entirely. Fortunately for him, he found the perfect new hunting grounds–the cornfields at the end of our street. With his yellow coat, and without the rest of the pack slowing him down, he could move through the cornfield with only the slightest shhh shhh rustling of the cornstalks. And that’s where he lives, to this day I’m sure, where he can move as silently and as deadly through the stalks as a shark does through water, and snap up his victims before they know he’s there!
Or so my brothers always said. Of course this story preceded them dragging me into the cornfields and abandoning me, so you have my permission to take it with a grain of salt.
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