The Boy Who Tamed the Wild Things

The turtle came first; a snapping turtle he brought back from
the cabin  down at the lake; it was big enough to ride upon,
it seemed, though none  of us—besides the boy—would have dared.
The boy had a gift, we understood; he  could speak the language of the
animals, and so soon there was a skunk  that he would walk on a leash.
We were scared until he told us its scent  glands had been removed,
we wouldn’t get sprayed.  Still, we wouldn’t pet  the thing.

The next summer he somehow managed to snare a wolf,
or at least that’s  what he told us it was, we never got
close enough to see. He penned it in  a wire care, and
the animal would howl as we passed its line of  sight,
a hundred feet away, coming up from the lake on
the concrete  steps.  We knew if the chicken wire failed
we’d be eaten, but he fed it  rabbits and birds and dog food.

“It ain’t hungry for the likes of you,” he’d say, scoffing at our fear.
We  were glad to go home at the end of the week, and be back in school
where  the only wolves were in the story books.  When we saw the boy
again he  told us he’d let the wolf go, it was too much trouble.  He had
a new pet,  a raccoon he’d tamed to be friendly.  He’d pick it up
and set it on his  lap, like a cat, until one day the raccoon
reverted to its wild ways and  clawed half the boy’s face off.

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