BRUNO, MY PET COYOTE 



paws. Investigation showed that when I fed 

 my pony some ears of corn for his dinner some 

 kernels had dropped from the cobs into the 

 dirt and these the coyote was trying to collect. 

 I was sure that my pet was not hungry enough 

 to eat such food, so we watched silently to dis- 

 cover what she intended to do. And this is 

 what we saw : After she had scattered the ker- 

 nels about her and some near the entrance to 

 the kennel, she lay down and shut her eyes as 

 though asleep. A number of chickens were 

 strutting about, finding here and there a dainty 

 kernel of corn, but they seemed wary and for 

 some time did not venture near ; rinding, how- 

 ever that the reddish brown object did not 

 move one old hen ventured closer and closer, 

 picking up the grains of corn, until she reached 

 the entrance of the kennel, when quicker than 

 a flash the coyote sprang upon her and in a mo- 

 ment the hen was torn to pieces and nearly de- 

 voured. What had become of our lost chickens 

 was now quite clear and mother declared the 

 coyote must be killed. I begged her not to be 

 so angry with poor Bruno, for did not we love 

 a well cooked chicken ? Why then should we 

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