I Was born in a box car train. Moving along the western front of
My mother threw me overboard and I was born into the wild. Raised
by wolves and bobcats. So I learned to speak to animals.
Then at the age of 10 my foster parents Balto and Simba decided
that they'd had enough of me and that I should enroll in school.
It was there I learned how to read and write.
Though I was a little slow at first. I marked my territory quite
often and would lick my paws. But eventually I broke the habit
and picked up a pencil and began writing anything that came to my
head. I liked to draw alot but was terrible at it unless I took
my time. Now when I write I think of my foster parents and
everything they taught me. the circle of life. the pride lands.
the Ididirad. I'll never forget the wonderful folks that they