When spring was near, the annual love-season of the Coyotes came on.
Jake now heard on all sides that the Coyotes were getting worse.
Coyotes skulked there, and tarantulas and "bobcats" and snakes.
It's their lookout, not mine; an' I ain't got no love for coyotes no how.'
So Jenny went off to ask the coyotes, and then reported back.
It would be interesting to know if ...