We are going camping. I have to get in shape to become a top predator. And run with the wolves. The lazybones of the world are still asleep. It’s the perfect time for my first serious training exercise. Yellowstone might be wolf heaven, but it’s no poodle party. There will be mountains to climb, rivers to cross, wide-open land to explore, and miles to run. Chances like this don’t come around more than once. Ever since I heard the news, I’ve been planning out a special track to help me get ready. It’s time to test it. Mark. Set. Go! I race through the kitchen, streak under the dining room table, and leap up onto the coffee table. Unfortunately, there is a pile of newspapers, a half can of soda, and a bowl of popcorn on the table. Using my wild instincts, I land on my feet as the newspapers slide off the table. Bang! The bowl of popcorn hits the floor. White, buttery shapes fly around my head. I duck. I sidestep the rolling can with soda pouring out, and bound forward before the last kernel of popcorn stops bouncing.
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