Things return to (what is for us) normal.
We’re so glad for that.
The raccoons are making their return, coyote (in this case, Samuel), is patiently waiting in the wings.
Actually he’s not waiting patiently and it’s obvious he’d appreciate my going back inside.
Which means I’ll stay out to make sure the raccoons have their fill (they rarely do), then bring out something for Sam.
He lets me call him “Sam.”
He allows me to call him “Sam.” I’m not sure if he’s happy about it or just tolerates my Two-Legged ignorance.
It’s documented in many places that The Wild accepts Two-Leggers into itself, under provision, of course.
It wouldn’t do to have children running rampant and free, you know, where their ignorance may cause them difficulties.
And we, Two-Leggers, are the children.
Remember that.
The Wild, the Old Ones, have been around lots longer than us.
Several native peoples worldwide tell stories of learning how to survive from The Old Ones. In some cases, by marrying into their societies. There was a time when The Wild and Two-Leggers spoke the same language.
We still do.
But you have to listen.
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