The Wild Agreement I, the undersigned, understand that by living in this wild land I may become completely stuck within the pages of this book where nothing's locked inside a cage where danger leaps from off the page where wild is a fact of life and words are sharpened like a knife where broken hearts and paper cuts and tickled ribs and startled tuts and endless dreams and fractured time are not preceded by a sign so I agree that if I drift I could change and slowly shift into a different type of me a me who is entirely free. DC The Wolves at Number Seven The Chihuahua watches the wolves at Number Seven. They loll in their front garden, watching one another warily. Each knows the wolf above it and the wolf below it and which wolves stick their snouts in the bowl at the same time. They are grey and long limbed and their fur rolls in unfelt winds. There are mountains in their eyes and fir forests in their voices. Now they fall over one another in their front garden, rolling rough-and-tumblingly, and shouting full moon mouthfuls into the fresh morning air. The Chihuahua crunches a kibble and can't stop watching AFH.