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The birds aren't moving in the bare branches of the tree next to the side window. They've seemed to sense something is happening and remain perfectly still to avoid attention.
My memories of walking with my children down the path filled with the dry leaves of Autumn are so clear. Every year we'd come to our cabin to enjoy the final days of Fall and the beauty they provided in the majestic scenery of the hills around us. It always seemed to be a delightful event as we left the dirt and grime of the city behind and arrived in the hills.
My wife and I would watch the kids rake the leaves from around the cabin and form piles taller than themselves. They'd laugh and cut up during the raking, sweeping many up into the face of the other and slowing the pile building process. Yet, the fun they shared and the smiles provided brought a feeling of family togetherness as their mother and I watched from the porch.
Finally, with the piles stacked with thousands of leaves, they'd rush onto them and sink deep within. Floundering about to find each other, they'd squish down the piles as the leaves crushed beneath their energy filled bodies. Then, when enough rolling about had taken place, an invisible acknowledgement sent both of them back to the rakes to begin the process all over again!
I can't tell you how a simple thing such as this brought so much pleasure to my wife and myself, but it did. We'd watch them for hours repeat the building and tearing down of the piles.
We'd interrupt their fun after an hour or so with the awe inspired cup of hot chocolate my wife would prepare for all of us. Steaming in the cool air, burning one's tongue while sipping the sweet froth was the price of no patience. It must have been genetic, for the kid's copied my lead and burned theirs, too, every year.
We were a crazy bunch. But, there was much love among us.
Later, we'd all go out and do a little hunting together. Oh, the kids made a lot of noise and scared away most of the prey, but I always managed to find something wandering about for the family to enjoy for dinner.
There's nothing like a family eating together. Forget sitting in front of a TV in one room, while the wife eats in front of another in the den, and the kids ignore it in front of the one in the bedroom. Togetherness while eating seriously creates a family bond.
We’d eat, then collect the skins and pile ‘em up around the corner of the cabin. Each year, we’d all work at tanning the hides before we left and make us some original log cabin bedding. Nothing like sleeping between the soft layers of fur to feel you were really a part of nature.
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Later, we'd all be able to relax stretched out on the porch, staring up at the moon and communicating stories of times past. Sometimes, we may have been a little loud and disturbed the neighbors down the road a little, but for the most part, we were a pretty quiet bunch.
We knew nothing about the cameras set up by our neighbors. Seemed as though they'd had some trouble over the summer with some wild hogs rutting around. So, to give the hunters a better idea where to go to catch them, they'd set up motion operated cameras to keep up on their whereabouts.
It obviously had worked, for no hogs were anywhere to be found where we had hiked. In fact, it was so quiet during our evening journeys, we thought most of the big game had been cleaned out of the area. That's one reason we stuck to rabbits and squirrels and such.
I guess they'd been out collecting the cameras before winter set in and was a little surprised at the photos the cameras had captured. They must have called the authorities before venturing up our way to warn us. It was really nice of them to come up our direction. Most folks would have simply beat feet to the closest town and hid out.
A couple of Fish & Game officers had dropped by here and been kind of nosey, especially when they saw the remains of what we'd been eating. The skins of the squirrels and rabbits were piled high around the corner of the cabin. It was only after they left I noticed the bare toes slightly sticking out from under the stack of skins.
Kids, never do things the way you ask them!
So, about an hour ago, just as darkness had set in, they surrounded the place. We knew they were coming for sure when the sounds of all the 4 wheel drive trucks and jeeps roared up the road. Out of them came all types of hunters, police officers and other folks that just wanted an excuse to kill were taking aim at every door in full desire to get off a lucky shot.
They were hollering for us to come out, but have been quiet for a few minutes now. Probably thinking up a plan. Fools should know better.
We don't have any weapons besides what God gave us. The moon is high and we're all feeling like we could take on the world. So, as soon as the kids change, the wife and I will do our thing and we’ll rush 'em at full speed. We might make it and we might not. It's in the hands of the Almighty.
Such is the life of a family of werewolves!
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