I am a communist. The only thing that has ever brought me “happiness” was sitting in a bare room that contained a box, and then having six timber wolf puppy new-borns climb out of the box to come find me to nibble on. Wolf puppies are born toothless, deaf, and blind. In two weeks, they will have their milk teeth. This was a wolf sanctuary. They wanted to play let’s eat the homo sapiens sitting in our room by our box. They just didn’t know what I was. A big dog maybe. A big dog has arrived to pet us. Let’s eat him. So. In the moment. They had little pin-like teeth and ran around as if they were one big ball of wolf hair thumping around the room. They would run to the other side of the room, and then they would run back to me as if they had completely forgotten they had just met me. But who is this guy and he has no idea how to play. Let’s go nip him. Then, they would turn upside down and pee. I had been sent to the wolf ranch as a reporter, and I was supposed to report on this new rowdy wolf pack. They wanted to eat my camera. I bored them. I wasn’t fun. So they went and ate their box. The box was more fun than I was. There was a whole conversation going on between them that the reporter was not privy to. I had to return to my newsroom. I’m sitting there thinking: I just wanna be with wolves. I had never been that happy before. Or since. I am still learning how to play.