THE GORILLA’S METAMORPHOSIS

Gorilla scorpione

Deep eyes, soft and shiny hair. He’s’ just born, a strange wolf.
Sturdy and strong, walking among the wolves, babies like him. Respectful, attracted, but intimately intimidated, warned by the truthful nature in the air whispered.
Here, an old wolf, growling fiercely.
The violence of history, loaded by its distrust, hits the little strange wolf.
Strangewolf is hurt but does not fall. He ‘s small, but he reacts.
The old wolf boggles in his mind.
Strangewolf grows and grows walking.
He gets a strange reddish mane all around the head and neck, which covers up to his shoulders.
Strangewolf reddish mane walks and grows.
Again, one of the wolves and he rails against the marks with a paw.
Strangewolf is hurt, he reacts and this time he lands the aggressor.
Strangewolf reddish mane grows, walks and grows.
The wounds go, heal.
He spends his days hunting alone.
One day, some wolves in the pack bring the group around him and surround him.
He makes a rattling sound, which shakes in fear attackers who flee.
At that point, the herd has now decided :
frightened by the strength of Strangewolf is organized against him.
The day appointed, again, the whole herd surrounds Strangewolf, and among these, one of the elders attacked him.
Strangewolf stronger than a single wolf knocks him down. Another wolf and another still lash out at him. He knocks them down one after the other. He leans against the wall of animals in front of him and makes it out to dozens, but they are too many. He fights valiantly but is won.
It ‘s still too young and alone.
The wolves save his life, but they force him to stay with them and participate in the activities of the pack to hunt with them and for them.
Strangewolf rebels for days … then accept them.
He grows between the wolves and he learns their rules, behaviors, patterns and he identifies with them. He adapts and fits into the pack. The wolves do not despise his presence, however, is important for them extinguish his instincts, so dangerous for them.
Strangewolf ends up forgetting his nature and over time can no longer find differences with the wolves.
Strangewolf spent years living quietly, hunting and living with the pack. He grew and became large.
He was ‘ a wolf, this is what he thought, his adaptation, but there was still something that linked him to his past. Discomfort, a deep sadness.
If he were a man it would have been called melancholy of a poet …

Time passes and Strangewolf began to feel bad: he had resented the changes imposed on its nature.
He suffered.

His instincts came back and confused him, leading him away from the life of the pack.

Until one-day Strangewolf disappeared , he hid for days so that the pack was not able to find him. Then he left everyone and began to live solitary, wandering in the forest.

One day in the forest.
“Hey you, lion .”
Strangewolf did not turn around and continuing to call him an eagle came to him until she was in front of him. She said: “What are you doing here lion?”
Strangewolf did not understand what that animal was saying and replyed, ” fly somewhere else crow ”
The eagle heard those words flew away.
Strangewolf, annoyed by the sudden invasion, began to walk again reflecting sadly on those words.
Lion…?
What did it mean? and why she asked him what he was doing there. What did she mean?
He was thinking these things when …
… he felt a slight pinch on the leg.
He turned and instantly he pulled back.
Before him was indeed a strange creature resembling a gorilla, but smaller and with a strange, long tail , hairless, reddish, anything that was less than smooth (Strangewolf had just verified), and ended with a strange sting.
The strange creature called out, “Hey, watch where you’re going ! ”  wagging the tail.
The tail was cut by vertical lines that followed one another creating rounded and oval sections. Strangewolf remembered something, but he was confused, intrigued by the new and unfamiliar form.
“What are you? ” He said.
The pet looking at him with a funny expression, thoughtfully replied, ” What I am? .. who knows. A gorilla. ”
” A species of a gorilla ? ”
“Yeah, I guess. And you? you’re a wolf? ”
“Yeah I guess ”
” A kind of wolf? ”
“Yes”
“Strange that mane on your head, never seen it in a wolf .”
” Yeah .. I am Strangewolf ”
They laughed together.
Then the little gorilla with the sting told Strangewolf his story:
” I remember being born an orphan, and that a female gorilla who had lost her baby, brought me up as his own son .”
“Have you ever had that ? ” said Strangewolf pointing to the tail of the little animal .
” Yes, always. I was the only one to have it in my family. I was the youngest of my brothers and the only one who had it. With my brothers, I was struggling to stay in the family. They did not like me and I was the most fragile among them, but I remember that my mother was very fond of me. ”
Strangewolf followed the story concerned and very involved. The animal continued:
“Me and mom were very close , we were both really happy to be together , but soon we had to deal with a problem : I was too sensitive with respect to her powerful body and when she hugged me affectionately , she could not hurt me and me instinctively always , I answered by shaking my sting . ”
” Weird sting, ” remarked Strangewolf.
” .. And I stung, ” said the strange little gorilla with the sting. ” She loved me and that hug was important for her, the only means of transmission of his affection. On the other hand, I could not help but use the sting every time she hugged me.
Since when I was a kid, my sting could not do harm to her big body, both of us we agreed to make us a little ‘ evil for the sake of the other. But growing the problem recurred. My sting began to emit a strange liquid and my prick was getting worse, until one day, after the usual hug and the usual bite, my mom fell to the ground dying.
My brothers railed against me, so did the rest of the family. I managed to get away and since then I continue to wander lonely without knowing anything about my mother. I remember her lifeless on the ground.
For a long time, I was thrown into turmoil and in full despair. I thought of my sting, I hated it! I thought about how it was the cause of so much evil. How many nights I fell asleep thinking about how nice it would be if I was normal, like my brothers, robust and stingless. Just like them. How many nights I wished I did not have this anomaly. But then, years passed and I followed one another in strange changes, one after another. I became more and smaller, my arm muscles are losing hair and grow harder and harder. I’m assuming this reddish color. I grew up in a vacuum, which torments me, but sustains me”.
“I would have liked to live well with the wolves that I have bred. Be like them. Being able to accept the hunt for the pack. ” Strangewolf said.
‘ It’s for this reason that your physique reminds that of a wolf? You were raised by a pack of wolves? but you are not a wolf. Isn’t it? ”
Strangewolf replied sadly, ” I do not know what I am…I just know that I’m weird. ”
“It’s not a bad thing to be. Look at me, I’m not sorry to be strange, in some way I can do everything. ”
” …However, I think that in any case it is not normal to have those big arms out of proportion with this small body… ”
“Normal … ” he repeated thoughtfully the animal, “look “, he said asking him putting under his eyes the right arm, ” I believe my arms are getting shorter and smaller… and are changing, Look closely … ”
Strangewolf noticed a portion of the arm at the elbow, hairless, shiny greenish of a color. Of what once must have been a huge hand there were just three fingers together confused at the base in one unique body, and instead of the other two there was something like a pair of pliers.
It was just weird but that creature reminded him something…
Then the creature said thoughtfully to Strangewolf
” … My sting … doesn’t tell you anything? ” Beginning to understand.
Strangewolf waited a moment .. the two fellows seemed to follow quickly the same deductions, then Strangewolf said with astonishment :
” A scorpion! ”
“….. I am a scorpion! I’m becoming a scorpion ! ” added Littlegorilla.
Both were aware of the existence and form. Littlegorilla was really turning into a scorpion.
The Scorpion, therefore , finally said :
” I’m not weird, it is finally about to take my metamorphosis. I’ve never been like my mother or my brothers, I’ve always known it. ” He was excited about the new awareness, Scorpio, with simplicity and spontaneity, added: ” So, you too! you are … what you are, and you’re what you are by nature. Sooner or later you’ll find out. You just have to let you live, then nature will do everything. Keep going, wait for the change as mine”.
And he went away happy.

Strangewolf abandoned the Scorpion, stronger than before because of the new truth.

He did not know what he was, but he was now certain that he wouldn’t have to be afraid of it.

So, that day, Strangewolf learned the art of adaptation by the Scorpion, he realized that there was no animal better than another, but each animal was fitted in the wisdom of an extraordinary truth. Everyone had inside, at some point, the ability to live the great circle of life.

Each animal existed because he had the right to live in the wise and wonderful circle.
Thus, he walked into a reborn balance, thinking he did not care to know who he was, rather be.