In the Preserve: Thursday around twilight

[walkswithcoyote]

If anyone had happened to be wandering back in the preserve they might have seen an unusual sight. Way back in a clearing a coyote carefully dumped out a sack containing 4 bottles of rum and a screwdriver. The screwdriver was pushed to the side before she carefully nosed the bottles towards the ringleader of the group of squirrels watching her.

There was a brief burst of chattering among the squirrels and then the spokesperson made a gesture which clearly said, "And if we don't...?"

The coyote made a jaw-snapping lunge in their direction, then licked her chops before letting her tongue loll out in a smile.

The squirrels were convinced. No reporting and in return they got the rum and didn't have to worry about a hungry coyote hunting them down.

"Done," the ringleader signalled, then hesitated and nervously gestured toward the coyote and the screwdriver. The coyote considered, then nodded, giving the coyote equivalent of a shrug.

Sure. A coyote with a screwdriver was fine to report.

Then she picked up the screwdriver in her mouth and loped off.