Still Life with Coyote
883 words long
Notes from the author:
Coyotes don't make very good interview subjects. They like to brag, they tell tall tales, and they have an uncomfortable relationship with the truth. As a journalist, you have to proceed carefully, act a little stupid, keep your questions harmless and nonthreatening. And once the coyote hears itself reveal something maybe a little too close to the bone, the interview will be over.
[Switches on the tape recorder] Letís get started. How did you end up living here?
[Sighs] Everyone starts with that question. What do you expect, some sob story about getting nabbed in a trap, breaking a leg, having it heal crooked, some shit like that? What makes you think I didnít choose to live here, huh? Donít you think, hey, maybe a coyote gets tired of dumpster diving, stealing from hen coops, racing cattle ranchers for his life? Look, see that dish in the corner? Food dish. For me. Got my name on it and everything. Not my actual name, of course. Name the old lady calls me. Still means itís mine, no oneís gonna steal it from me, fight me for it, I can take my time eating it. Itís good stuff, fresh, no carrion, no flies on it hardly at all. No having to sniff it round for poison. I like it here, OK? Get the picture?
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