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William George

The Community Is Starving

The jeep and the truck were coming down the road in different
directions. Snow piled the side of the road and it snowed again. An
animal appeared to have jumped on the road, looked like a wolf.
Professor Windale turned to miss the animal and crash! He hit
Carleen’s truck. Impact. And his jeep went into a snow bank. He
banged his head on the steering wheel. After the impact, Carleen
and Eric got out of the truck. Professor Windale was unconscious.
They went to check him.

It was a long harsh winter on this west coast. Game was scarce. The
community, a small Longhouse with five families, was starving. Two
hunters went hunting one last time. In the woods, they came upon a4
clearing. A semi-circle of wolves were there with two deer in the centre.
The two hunters stepped forward for the deer. They were grateful. The
hunters returned home with the deer. Weary as they were they made it. It
was for the survival of the family. Aaron Windale saw his communi-
ty. The family in the longhouse was asking, “Are you our hunter?”

The smell of ocean salt the taste of wind, set. Aaron was in the
Longhouse with the family. The young and old were drained of energy.
Starving, they were. He could see it on their faces and their frames were
thin. Where were their hunters? The community turned to Aaron asking,
“Are you our hunter?”

“Can I be their hunter?”

“No! No!”

Close to the university, they were fifteen minutes outside of the
city. Carleen held Professor Windale as he sweated and thrashed
about. Then he moved to consciousness.

‘ “Are you alright, Professor?”

“Ah.” He looked beside him and recognized students from the

‘ university.

‘ “Carleen and Eric isn’t it? What are you two doing here?”

. “Our vehicles hit, sir, and you went unconscious.”

| “I remember now. I was working, marking papers at the uni-
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versity and ] was making my way home. It snowed. Always snows
deep in November. Did you see that wolf? I turned to miss it and
we hit.”