Coyote on Avon Street

Posted by: on Mar 27, 2013 | No Comments

One day there was a brave coyote. He jogged down the street in front of cars, in front of people. He didn’t run away. He looked at the people, he looked at the cars. He kept on jogging. He went to the end of the block, at the cul de sac, and cut up through the brush in the back yards. Dogs barked. Cars screeched to stop. The coyote was just going home after a long work day. No rabbits, no cats, no small dogs to eat. He went up to the bush under the tree in the park and met his family. All of the coyotes were hungry. Brave coyote was the dad, but he didn’t get the food. All the coyotes were hungry. But it wasn’t time to eat.

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