Posted: October 10, 2008

The naughties aren’t that smart. Actually I am being kind. There is no way around it most are a thick as pig shit. Some surprise me from time to time but it is rare.
So one day, we are doing our thing and this scraggly ass Coyote walks out in front of us. It’s terrified, two minutes before it was just trying to get through another day, minding its own business, working out where lunch is going to come from and trying not to get picked off by some Hill Billy huntsman, when it is suddenly confronted by a pack of delinquents.
There is a tense standoff. The kids are silent.  I know they are freaking out, they have no idea what to do. The Coyote is also silent; I know he is freaking too. But he has a much better grasp of the situation that the kids, He knows this is bad and is trying to work out what to do.

We are on the verge of freaking out as we have no idea what either party is going to do, and we are worried that a kid is going to try and catch the mutt, but we also think it’s really cool, there a coyote only a few feet away and this never happens.

Finally, a kid speaks “Fuck man, it’s a… it’s a… it’s a fucking Cheetah.”

I shit you not, a Cheetah. Suddenly the dog knows he’s safe. Even he can out smart a pack of delinquents. He leisurely strolls off.