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"Me, Wolfgang, is supercilious. I'm proud of myself, my white fur, my green eyes, my race of being WHITE wolf, unlike the meek stupid dogs. We WHITE wolves are dignified, superior, aggressive, intelligent. We wolves are... We wolves are...", if anyone tries to talk to Wolfgang, this is the way mostly Wolfgang would introduce himself in the first place.
"What? What's my real name? Where am I exactly from? I ain't gonna tell ya all." Wolfgang murmured to himself, "How could I air my dirty laundry in public. Oops, what a Freudian slip, I, I mean my secrets. It is not dirty, even if it is dirty, my Chinese wife - Cathay would WHITE-WASH THEM for me." Cathay is a Chinese dog raised by Uncle Beijing in his farm.
"Hmmm, Wolfgang! I like my name my Chinese patron Beijing gave me. The Western name is up to snuff. I am not with any Chinese blood". Wolfgang was thinking to himself.
"I hate here, bad air, evil people, execrable food, stupid dogs..." whenever Wolfgang thought of this, he couldn't help going out of his shed and trotted to the hill howling to the moon above all night long as nobody could possibly understand him, even his Chinese wife and son. How lonely he was!
"Why do I have to live in this backwater of farm? There's nothing worth living here at all, at all!", protested Wolfgang.
Wolfgang must have forgotten that he has been disowned by his own pack of wolves. This was he was ashamed of mentioning to other people about his miserable past. Anyhow, it didn't matter Wolfgang pledged its allegiance to his own race-wolves.
The rest of his life was so boring, and only pleasure was to tell everyone ad nausealy how he hated the place he stayed, the people who ever and continued helpping him, without exception, including his own patron Uncle Beijing...
(To be continued)