The Children and the Wolves

The Children and the Wolves by Adam Rapp

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white wolfs got blueberry eyes and a long banana tongue
her song is like crying and its like laughing and its like a sky scream
    I fell out of the tree but dingdong helped me back up before the wolf with the bubble on his tongue came
dingdong had to pull me by my hair and some fell out and turned into grass in his hand
    the wolf with the bubble on his tongue is scarier than the other ones cause his teeth are more yellower with silver tips
    we ate eggs today
    eggs from blackbirds and we ate some leaves and some bark too
dingdong said the bark had chocolate in it but he was just saying that cause hes sad for the world
    then shane fell after we ate and the wolves ate his face and hands
shane wanted to ride horses and make a family and a farm
    me and dingdong and this girl named brighty watched the wolves pick at his body they ate him up greedy
    eventually his bones turned into a cloud and rained
    brightys pretty but she forgets to hold on sometimes and shes got a peppermint leg and the wolves can smell her good so there are three of them waiting for her under her tree
    youll fall I keep telling her
youll fall unless you hug the tree better
    my head itches where my hair was but its okay
dingdongs hand is blue cause its weak from where he pulled me
    oh dingdong I say
poor dingdong
    my hand was blue too from where I fell on it but now its strong again cause I ate
    I dont cry and I dont get cold

Last night we took the Future Pill. It was pink and shaped like a little egg. Bounce put one on my tongue and put one on Orange’s tongue and then she put one on hers.
    What’s it called? Orange asked.
The Future Pill, Bounce said.
    On the bottle it said Ergot 7.
    Bounce was like, Get ready, chuckleheads. Get ready to absorb some knowledge.
    We drank it down with a Strawberry Quik.
    To the future, Bounce said.
Me and Orange were like, To the future.
    We were behind Orange’s house, near the woods.
    Nothing happened for a while so I just stared into the trees. They were glowing from the fires. At first I thought there was just one fire, but after a while I think I counted three different fires, then a fourth.
    How many men do you think are out there? I asked.
At least a hundred, Orange said.
Twenty at most, Bounce said. Fucking weirdos.
I said, What do you think they’re doing?
Orange went, Being warlocks.
Bounce was like, I’ll bet all they do is drink hard liquor and fight each other.
I was like, In the winter they’re gonna freeze.
Orange said, All the buttsex’ll keep em warm.
Bounce went, You would know, Firebox.
    It looked like shapes was moving around the glow parts. Maybe there wasn’t just men out there? Maybe there were some monsters, too? Like a half-man half-goat or a Bigfoot with a sword, in charge of everything.
    After a minute Bounce said, They’re trying to stop time.
How? Orange asked.
By living away from things, she answered. No alarm clocks. No cell phones. No responsibilities.
    I thought about stopping time.
    I imagined this huge grandfather clock on top of a mountain. I walked up to it with a sledgehammer. There was a ladder leaning against it. Just before I started climbing the ladder the clock’s face turnt into Denzel Washington and he started laughing at me. His big white movie teeth were blinding.
    Then I was suddenly walking into the woods.
    It was the fall and my feet were swishing through leaves.
    And then I was walking up a tree.
    And then it was the winter and snow was freezing my eyelashes.
    I walked sideways up the trunk of the tree, my body bitch-slapping science and nature. It was like being in a cartoon without the drawings.
    I had gumdrops for eyes and balloon skin.
    I walked on top of all the trees, looking down at the fires. The snow was falling right on the flames but it wasn’t melting. It turnt the fire white.
    Then it turnt it into water.
    Then into a woman’s hair.
    I counted seven hundred and forty-one fires.
    And then just like that I was back in the grass with Bounce and Orange. We

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