Anselmo put down the glass of cognac with an angry gesture and looked at Antonio with his face contorted with concern: You have noticed? It will be tonight. Yes: tonight but what can we do? Whatever Antonio it's about Rosa. You do not get it? I'm talking about Rosa my granddaughter. Yes Anselmo she is your granddaughter but remember the last time years ago. They still don't believe it and without his help we won't be able to resist. If only Rosa had listened to us and she had not come... They were friends co-workers and for many years they shared the secret that from time to time hit their lives with the same cruelty with which they hit hers. They were shepherds and the wolf attacked; The flocks suffered in the spring of calving and the wolf who had resisted the winter came down from the mountain to look for the food that his litter needed.
They went after him and instead of finishing off the male they found the whelping pen guarded by the wolf. They killed the mother and the three babies weeks-old puppies that barely left the burrow. With club blows the four lives of the burrow were extinguished between pain fear rage and courage. They returned to the village with the feeling of being followed of having a powerful and enemy presence behind them. The road UAE Phone Number stretched until nightfall and when they reached the village they happily announced the death of the wolf. That summer the herds would be calm because they knew that the male would have to look for a mate in the lands of other herds before returning through the region. When they left the tavern they said goodbye commenting on the day until they looked up and found an owl perched on Antonio's house: it was still and looked at them without fear without avoiding contact.
They approached and the owl remained motionless looking at Antonio without paying attention to Anselmo. They said goodbye with laughter and jokes about that owl who didn't speak but who paid close attention. At Antonio's house his wife his son and his daughter were waiting for dinner sober and frugal as befitted a shepherd's house. They commented on everyone's day with short words and went to bed with the girl Clara occupying the only room in the house who had already become a good girl who it was better to keep an eye on. The night passed hectic with the owl hooting on the ledge and the beasts agitated in the nearby pens. At dawn the scream of Antonio's wife woke up the entire town: in Clara's bed bloody on the sheets and dripping blood to the floor the body of a beaten wolf occupied the bed in which Clara slept. They searched fields trails and mountains throughout the region parties and raids were organized but Clara never appeared carried away by the night and the silence of oblivion that little by little covered the life of the village.
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