Coyotes: It's common knowledge to stay away from these people. They are smaller than wolves, and reddish-brown in color. Seen in Southern US, and mexico.



This kid's 17. Ten years my junior. And he tried to kill me. He was wearing mittens to avoid leaving finger prints. He wore the scarf and earmuffs because it was cold as hell. I hate all teenagers, the dumb ones and especially the dumber ones. His earmuffs were keeping him from realizing how loud his footprints were running towards my turned back, his metal bat slipped out of his mittens before he could even scrape it on my hat, and I was able to grab him by the trails of his scarf. I decided to just forcibly sit him down with me for dinner.

"OW OW alright! Alright I'll sit down! It's a little hard to do because you stabbed me!"
"I-I was just going to knock you out for a little! Take a kidney, chop off a leg or two? I just needed a little money, sir."
"No, I don't want chicken soup. How are you pretending everything's normal?"
"I'm bleeding! Mister. Do you not see blood gushing all over your kitchen floor?"
"What the hell is in that soup? That's too big to be a chicken bone..."
"Why are you showing the missing woman poster? wha-"
"I'm sorry. Aw geez I'm so darn sorry."
"Can I, can-can you please give me some painkillers, sir?"


Gosh I hate teenagers. Looks like this one would be following me around and helping me on certain tasks for a while if he wants his father alive.