Dear Mr. Coyote,
I think you are beautiful, but can you please not stroll out in front of me when I'm going down the hills of Hockinson. It scares me and you were a big ass coyote; skinny, but bigger than my dog and that freaked me out for a nano second. Then I realized I could scare you out of the street by making this really weird noise like this --->whisckpschhhht! Then you ran into the bushes and all I could think of was that you were mad at my noise and were now tracking me.
So can you please be more careful when crossing the street. You could get hurt out there!
Sincerely,
The weird girl who sings to herself while spinning her wheels out in the country.
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