Childhood Memories Of The Wolf Trail

I remember when I was young. My mother and father always watched over me from tall heights. And I always knew I wanted to be as large as they were. We lived in a large cave big enough to sustain the three of us, and I came to know the rock we lived on. Later on as I grew my parents moved on. I was left to care for the sheep and the cave. In the cave I carried all of our memories the corner where they sat and where we kept each other’s company. I remember these moments when walking along my trail guiding my sheep to and from the field to graze. Every day I thought of them on my path and every day I revisited the memories we shared.
As I returned from my path one evening I noticed something strange; a fire had been lit in my cave and small footprints

I grew furious. The strangers entered my home and stole my cheese. They assumed that I would care to their needs. (I can be hospitable, but not when someone enters my home and steals from me.) At this I began to take a man in each hand and eat them whole. They were defenseless and the remaining men cowered away from me. I put my sheep into their proper age groups and settled for the night. I knew they could never move the stone, as it weighed tons. I even put some effort towards moving it. I would eat the men over the course of the next week making sure they would pay for being so rude to me. I grew tired and laid down to rest for that evening. My last sight was of the men huddling in a circle whispering to each other. Then I began to drift into

The pain seared like a bolt from the sky. Squealing noises came from the immense heat as the pain festered and grew, pounding in my head. I lurched from my slumber and staggered to my feet. I clawed at my eye and tore a needle from my delicate iris. I roared and thrashed my body around the room in an attempt to escape the pain. After hours of a seemingly never-ending night, I fell to my side and yelled to a near Cyclops.
“I’ve been blinded! Nobody has blinded me!” I yelled out multiple times, but received no help.
“If nobody has blinded you then I cannot help you.” A voice said, as it left the cave.
The days proceeding I left the cave with my sheep using only my memory of the path to guide me. I felt the top every sheep to count, and to feel for any men who tried to escape. A few days had passed, and I noticed sheep moving slowly one day, but I paid no mind. Finally that night the voices in the cave I always heard reminding me that the men were also occupying had vanished. Realizing they had managed to use my sheep to escape I ran from my cave to the edge of the water and yelled to Nobody.
“Return! Return, Nobody! For you have blinded me!” I yelled across the ocean.
“I am not Nobody, I am Odysseus from Ithaca! I, master of deception, have outwitted the single eyed beasts!” He