I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. There is a weird noise on the air. It sounds like dogs a long way off. Their voices are high and excited. Are they friends of ours?
Me: I’m going to venture a good guess and say no.
Stella: Why not? We are so lovable.
Me: That noise is not from dogs. It’s from a cousin of yours. Coyotes.
Stella: They sound interesting.
Me: Until you meet them face to face. Coyotes are wild. Do you remember a few years ago when we went camping way, way out from all houses and buildings and people?
Stella: The little cloth house. And eating outside like animals. And the cold air. And you and me snuggling in the blanket with the zipper.
Me: And the coyotes yipping and howling in the hills.
Stella: And you couldn’t let me go out by myself. And you had that big knife beside you, and it was not for cutting up food. Okay, I am getting a picture and it is not a nice one. I think I will stay inside tonight.
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