“He’ll never find that no good bum. The rat took all my money and spent every cent!”
A coyote howls a communication to the rest of the pack. His cry is answered by the howls of other hunting coyotes.
“Aren’t you afraid living out here by yourself, with all those coyotes around?”
“They hunt every night. When they’re finished, they go back home through that storm drain that runs under the road at the north end of my pasture.”
“They use the drain to avoid traffic?”
No, to eat. That’s where I put Fred.”