by Shannedo Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:08 pm
At this time, I was fairly docile. I sat at the foot of a tree, wearing a ragged t-shirt and torn army shorts, examining my filthy, over grown nails. Dirt, blood and animal hair was caught under them, so I clip them messily with my sharp canine teeth. That was better. Whilst I wait for a meal to come along, I return to my age old habit of trying to remember my own name, my real one. I went by the Big Bad Wolf to most but it was not my real name. I had used my name so little over the years that eventually it just faded from memory, although I was pretty sure it began with a vowel. Trying to remember it was like a brain teaser to me, helpful in passing the time.