BARK! BARK! I was giving out to my younger brother because he took the juiciest bit out of the little thing humans called dogs.
I am a coyote and I live in a stifling hot den in North Carolina with my brother.
We finished eating and went looking for more food when we came across Orville Wright and Wilbur Wright, more commonly known as the Wright Brothers. They were the ones who had killed our parents with the thing that shot lightning out of a barrel. I was about to pounce on them when they hopped in this “thing” and took off.
Up and up they went, I sat there dazed because I didn’t realise they could fly and then they came back down and we went back to our den deciding to leave them alone and have a good night’s sleep.