אני יודעת שיש כללים מיוחדים כשמדובר בפירסום סיפורים באנגלית, אבל כשהכנסתי את הקוד לא הייתה אפשרות לרווחים בין השורות, דבר שהורס את המבנה, לכן העדפתי לפרסם אותו בצורה הזאת.
She was a beautiful female wolf, standing on the top of a hill and howling to
the moon. Her front foot was injured by a really cruel hunter,
and I guess howling was her way of hendling the pain.
She was trying to clean out everything that had gathered up inside of her,
the lost of her babies and that horrible summer day. Her fur was moving
slowly as the wind passed through it, almost making her tremble, but she
was strong enough to stay still.
She stopped for a moment, observing the wide open sky above her,
and then started running into the giant forest, dashing through the leaves
and tearing up the night. Her feet hit the ground with such intensity,
as though they were trying to punish the land for not being stable
underneath of them. She continued to run till her heart bits threatened
to tear up inside of her chest, hurrying to a quiet place in the distant
At that moment she knew,
She was free at last.