Note to readers: Dave reminds me that he has used the characters contained in the story below in other writings, so he does not ‘develop’ them here, since we already know them. Dave’s Substack page can be found at https://dsklausler.substack.com.
- Operation: Rabbit
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Wile E. Coyote, genius.”
The unusually large alpha led his estrous scented second-year mate through the trees and spiky undergrowth to the human path. She followed closely, this protector and provider; he did not ever waste energy or endanger her. He knew things she did not. Food had been sparse this winter. She knew inherently that she must eat and prepare for pups to come.
He stopped; she stopped. They had the foreign scent minutes before, but now both could hear the approach of the strangers with a small not-coyote nearby. He silently directed and nudged her into the tall flopping dead grass near the hard human path. He pushed her head down gently with his long muzzle and her mixed tan, gray and black body was completely concealed. Her scent was not. He knew this. He moved off out of her view. The strangers were close. Their strangely scented small not-coyote came her way as nature took control of it. She held her assigned position.
Piece of Mindful 