Renata Horn
Oklahoma, the so called “Tornado – Alley” has been portrayed many times.
But how do animals experience a Twister?
In her stories Renata lets birds, turtles, squirrels, a wolf etc. talk and tell of their experience of a tornado in Collinsville, Oklahoma.
Renata Horn lives on a small farm in Oklahoma. She went to school in Germany, England, France and the U.S.A. Renata worked for 12 years for AUDI in her hometown Ingolstadt in Germany. She lived 2 years in the West Indies on an island called Montserrat where she worked for a German radio station.
Renata has worked for the local newspaper for 20 years. Her love for animals reflects in her writings.
Lupus wuff-wuff had fallen in love and followed a little female dog and run away.
Renata was desperate to find him, so when after 3 weeks of him being gone, an employee from V.V.E.C. handed her a rope in her office at the local newspaper saying: “I have seen your wolf out at the Verdegris Valley Electric Plant” she jumped into her car despite the bad weather all over Collinsville.
She drove to the valley, crossed a field on foot, but could not see Lupus wuff-wuff.
She went back in the pouring rain to her car, drove about half a mile. Suddenly she saw him, chasing a rabbit.
He was trotting along a fence line and seemed to be very tired. Soaking wet she put the rope over his head. He went up like a Stallion.
Well, she thought now he got wild again after she worked so hard with the Wildlife Federation to imprinted him as a pup.
Nevertheless, she managed to drag him to her car, put him on the back seat and drove to her cottage.
There, he put up again a fight, but Renata managed to drag him to his fenced-in yard.
She had some liver in the refrigerator and while getting it for him, she put on her glasses. Back in the wolf pen she looked him in the eyes. But - this was not her beloved Lupus wuff-wuff; she caught herself in the midst of a tornado a wild coyote who looked exactly like her wolf, except the eyes.
She called her Veterinary but since the weather was getting from bad to worse, she could not get anybody to help.
She started feeding the creature through her bedroom window. He seemed friendly enough to let him in the front room after the power broke down.
In the candlelight she started cutting some of his messed up hair, cleaned him up and decided to keep him and call him Struppy. (That’s German for “ messed up”) He became her best friend.
They found Lupus wuff-wuff days later in a ditch; lightning had struck him.
