BRUNO, MY PET COYOTE 



small one. They reached the spot where Bru- 

 no's kennel had been and stopped. They smelt 

 of the posts which stood where the boys had 

 helped me to build the cornstalk fence. The 

 larger coyote rubbed against the posts while the 

 smaller one limped a few feet away, raised her 

 head and howled. It was Bruno, my dear pet 

 Bruno ! Hunger had driven her and her mate 

 back to her old home where she had always had 

 abundance of food. I now had a new occupa- 

 tion, a new problem. I must feed the poor 

 beasts, but how? Mother said we should not 

 feed them because there were many poor people 

 who would need all we could possibly spare. 

 Indeed, we had little for ourselves. I pressed 

 my face against the cold window-pane and 

 watched Bruno as she limped closer and closer 

 to the house, with her mate sneaking behind 

 her. She looked so thin and hungry. I could 

 think of nothing but my love for the poor brute 

 and her extremity ! I suddenly seized a piece 

 of bacon which hung on a hook near the win- 

 dow, opened the door and threw it to the coy- 

 otes. Then turning to my angry parents I said 

 between sobs, " I will not eat any meat for a 



