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world. I encounter them now and again in 
one part or another of the garden and it may 
happen that in their innocence, instead of 
fleeing as would their skeptical progenitors, 
they tarry and afford me no little amusement 
by their antics. I came one day upon a young 
coyote—and the young coyote is a very pretty 
animal—who had a chipmunk in a thorny 
bush, and for some time the two tore round 
and round the bush, first one way, then the 
other, as two children might play, though of 
course the chipmunk was running for his life 
and the coyote for his dinner. Meanwhile 
I approached on tiptoe until within a few 
yards and stood motionless watching the 
game. So intent was the little coyote that he 
apparently did not see me until the chipmunk 
finally escaped, whereupon he dropped the 
game as does a child on losing interest, and, 
discovering my presence, examined me criti- 
cally for a few moments, moving his head from 
side to side with a curious sinuous motion. 
Deciding in my favour, he deliberately sat 
down on his haunches and yawned in my face. 
A thrasher came and perched in a palo verde, 
scolding vociferously, and the coyote, still 
sitting in front of me, threw back his head 
and looked longingly at him. His motions 
