Taking Animal Form

I roam the wilderness in beast form, leaping from tree to tree.

This is the way to my lair

This is the way to my lair

The cold wind blows through my mane of tangled fur as I pursue the elk herd through the forest. My wild blood pumps in my animal veins, my senses alive with my heightened powers.

Name is Wilde, Finnegan Wilde.

Name is Wilde, Finnegan Wilde.

None can tame me, for I am the wild man of the woods, loose in the world and free of all fetters.

Upward and into the sky!

Upward and into the sky!

And soon I shall shed this earth-bound animal form and take the form of the eagle, and I shall soar high above the clouds and there meet with my brothers, Sun and Moon.

    • Grandma Pat
    • January 20th, 2011

    Okay Wilde — Finnegan Wilde — Wildeman — Wildebeast — I hate to tell you, but you are just too cute to be completely ferocious. Good try though.

    If you should encounter those elk — don’t blink and run!! Run like the wind, Wildeman!! Then leap up a tall tree and taunt those elk creatures from on high. For a finale, you can then call on your eagle brothers to come and fly you home to the waiting arms of your Mother and Father, who — I’m sure — would rather you keep your adventures closer to home and hearth for now.

    I wish I were there to share in your daily adventures, but I should appear in your orbit about the time that the corn is as high as an elephant’s eye and the sun is shining brightly.

    Until then, keep up the good work clearing the forest of all those sticks.

    I’m thinking of you.

    Love,
    Grandma Pat

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