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AN INTERESTING FACT FOR ALL THRILL SEEKERS
BY GLEN SIRE
In the Artic ,when the long nights come and the cold grows colder and
the big winds whip snowdust across the everlasting reach of the snow
dunes and life grows less,then the wolves prowl,looking for food.Their
hunger is a terrible thing.And anything that moves and is warm,in all
that coldness,is their food.Hunger sharpens their sense of smell,they
can catch the scent of blood carrying on the long wind,for miles
around.
But the eskimos understand the wolves,and they have found a way to deal
with them.They melt small patches of ice,then set the handles of their
hunting knives down into the water,which quickly hardens to ice again
around the handles,until they are set as firmly as if they were placed
in concrete.The blade of the knife is all that is visible,its double
edge honed to a razor sharpness.All about the ice fields,the eskimos
place their knife and tip them with the blood of seal or walrus or even
for want of that,some of their own.And then go home and wait.And the
wolf packs,roaming miles away,catch the scentof this blood.They gather
around these blades and,as they ravenously lick at the blood,their jools
drooling,it seems to them that they are lapping at a delicious,everlasting
fountain.Faster and faster their tongues work,and the supply of blood grows,
and greedily they gulp it down.Until,finally,they are exsanguinated,and
the blood that had been so delicious is in their own bellies,and it is
their own blood,and they have eaten themselves.
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PETER (HEY THERE AIN'T ANY GGOOD NAMES LEFT,BUT IF YOU HAVE A
SUGGESTION THEN TELL ME)