A howling could be heard for miles that night as the wolves cried for the destruction of their land. But one wolf cried harder than the rest, for she had been forced to abandon more than they. The smallest of her litter, Lobo, had disappeared in the commotion. She searched high and low with a fiery desperation, the kind only a mother could muster, looking for her cub. But the machines approached relentlessly, and with all hope lost, she was forced to flee with the rest of her pack, leaving Lobo behind to be crushed in the onslaught.
The sun rose and lit up the desolate Great Northlands, with white tufts of dead stems standing like tombstones in the plains. The breeze passed through untouched, and no rippling came from its formerly happy passage. The breeze, heavy with sadness, howled across the land. But following the howling came the unexpected. A whimpering.
Lobo would often curl himself in long blades of grass like a blanket when napping. When the machines approached, Lobo hid beneath a makeshift blanket, scared and alone. Because he was so small, he went unscathed beneath the rotating blades as they passed by. His blanket of grass came through unharmed as well. He hid inside the darkness of the blanket all night, too afraid to move.
The sunlight snuck through the cracks of the grass blanket and poked the tiny wolf in the eyes. He rolled, releasing the blanket, and stood. Fifteen blades of grass popped up and stood tall and proud, and alone. Lobo, seeing for the first time the destruction around him, dove inside the tufts and stuck his nose out. He sniffed the air and whimpered. He was alone.
At lunchtime, he nibbled on a blade. As it bent, a tiny seed fell and landed on his paw. Lobo considered it for a moment. Then he formed a plan. There was hope after all. He, Lobo the Digitamlarketer, would restore the Great Northlands to its former beauty and glory, one seed at a time. He dug a hole and planted the seed. If he was able to plant enough seeds and carefully nurture these seeds with his skill and expertise and Adwords campaigns, maybe someday he could restore the Great Northlands, and his pack and his mother would return.
But until then, he knew what he had to do. He made it his mission to plant seeds, and nurture those seeds so they grow into big beautiful
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