“Just to make sure I understand, the wolf says to you that a king is born to privilege and tumbles into the thornbushes like the king’s fool?” She then brayed loudly, laughing at the idea of it. The mule’s ears began to twitch and her tail began to swish from side to side, like a dog doing a slow wag. He couldn’t have known, and that is what makes it even more confounding, because I know I have heard those same words before.” Mule continued, “But how would a wild wolf in the middle of the deep forest know any of the words in such a story?” Season was getting a little annoyed with her skepticism and replied in a monotone, “Yes, let’s just say.” “Let’s just say that she did tell you stories and you actually understood all those human words.” Then, she added, “I have heard humans tell stories or tales, but never paid any attention to it.
“Well, I have never heard of such a thing.” Mule walked in silence, shaking her head. “I don’t know … Melissa did,” Season stammered. “What kind of human tells stories to an animal? No one has ever told me a story.”
“Stories? She would read you stories?” Mule gasped. Maybe it was in one of the stories Melissa read to me.” “But,” he continued, “I think there must be more to those words than that, because I believe I have heard them somewhere before. He was glad his experience with them had ended without his becoming their dinner. “I don’t either,” Season replied, shivering. I certainly don’t want to be eaten by them.” “I don’t know about that, but it is because they will sometimes come through and kill the farmer’s animal stock. I hadn’t considered that because I don’t know them and I don’t want to know them. “No,” she said, laughing, and after a moment of thought she added, “But it is possible he may be king of the wolves. “Is he the king of the forest?” Season asked. You did not ask his permission to trespass on his precious land, so he sought to dispel you. They have their loyal subjects following them all around, doing whatever they say. She replied, “What else? He thinks he has the privilege of being the king of the forest. “I believe I heard Alpha say, ‘A king is born to privilege.’ What do you think he could have meant by that?” He told her of the vulture attack and finally ended with their meeting at the pool, but Season finally steered the conversations back to the words the wolf had spoken, because he wanted her thoughts on the matter. When he got to the part where the wolves ran off with the thorns, she laughed. She looked back at him many times with eyes wide and unbelieving, but he didn’t mind, because the telling of it sounded unbelievable to his ears too. “And that’s how I ended up in the tree.” He then told her of the words the wolf spoke, how he fell out of the tree, and how the wolves ran into the briars. Season was speaking into Mule’s ear as she trudged along the path.
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