This doesn't really fall into any one season. It can easily fit into any of them.
Humans are Very Strange
Humans are very strange beings. Take my human for instance, Benton Fraser. He's not too bad for a human. At least he talks to me like I have some intelligence; I'll never understand why so many humans feel compelled to treat me like I'm no smarter than a newborn cub. But then, humans are strange beings.
Like I said before, Benton isn't too bad for a human. His most endearing trait is the cute way he tries to use his senses. As you know, human senses are horrible; I don't know how Benton survived without me to help him. Even with his poor senses, he really does try. His greatest advantage over me, and something he never fails to remind me of, is his hearing. As if hearing is enough to make us even! But it does give him something to be proud of and, for Benton, those things are few and far between. I let him have his "superiority" in hearing so that he won't feel too inferior around me. His other senses, obviously weaker than my own, are none the less still excellent for a human. His sight has finally reached a decent level of recognition. His sense of smell is as good as any humans can hope to get. His sense of touch is very good due to his lack of fur; both a hindrance, which causes him to wear bulky clothes, and an advantage, as his paws are free. Last, is his sense of taste. Humans as a whole have a rather peculiar aversion to using this sense. I've never exactly figured out why this is but from what I can tell from other humans reactions when Benton tastes things, they apparently think it will cause illness. Ray, a member of Benton's human pack, is always saying that it is "sick" to taste things; maybe other humans aren't as healthy as Benton and will get sick because of even common things. But who knows with humans?
As I mentioned earlier, Benton has a pack brother named Ray. Ray is something called a Detective which seems to be a type of Constable without all the rules or equipment. Ray is another good human. Although he isn't as good as Benton, largely due to there being no smart wolves in the area and most of the dogs nearby do need to be talked to in baby talk, he is slowly learning and he usually makes up for his mistakes by giving me donuts. For those of you who have never had them, donuts are kind of super sweet bread that I have fallen in love with. Benton doesn't like me to have them because he claims that they are too fattening and, with the shortage of forest nearby to use for exercise, they will soon cause me to get too big to help him in his work. He just doesn't understand the great skill of a wolf; a few donuts are not going to make me get fat. Fortunately, Ray agrees with me and sneaks donuts and other snacks for me whenever Benton isn't around or has his back to us.
As I am speaking, Ray and Benton are sitting at Ray's desk doing something they call paperwork. Even after the years Benton and I have worked together, I am still not quite sure what paperwork does. They can't even seem to agree on it themselves. Ray thinks it is a waste of time and Benton thinks that it helps their superiors know what they did. I'm not sure why they need to write down what they did since they also have to tell them what they did. But then, I still can't figure why they need writing in the first place; we wolves get along just fine without it.
Well, I'm getting really bored just sitting here. I think I'll see if I can't convince them that its time to go and get some dinner. Maybe we can go and see Ray's mother; she always has lots of food and never fails to give some of it to me. Oh, Benton! Oh, Ray! I'm starving. Starving wolf here!