Where did the coyote go?

   
   "Where did the coyote go?"
   
   Canis latrans, or sumth'n--nobody exactly knows nowadays.  Every minute in the United States an old school coyote is killed; next, ten take his or her place.  Yet as the ultimate survivor, and friend of the badger, the coyote interbreeds with wolves, dogs, maybe more; thus, is it exactly even a coyote anymore?  Moreover, are wolves, through the genetic manipulation of the coyote, gonna be re-introduced back into the American Southwest?  Never can tell--a truck driver might ponder, who never stays to kiss the virgin ornamented in the Fleur-de-lis, cause it's best to be chaste, unless of course God calls you to the action of high romance--and He can; He can do anything He wants--He's God, dude.  And check out the Red Wolf in Carolina--that's half coyote and half wolf.  
   The Sheriff here gave his weasel-like deputies the authority to shoot coyotes years ago--they were calling them coydogs, which was a big myth in Williamson County during the late 1990's--I was out and about in the area all night, talked to witnesses and spotted only garden-variety coyotes; however, unlike the fox who likes to entertain with hilarious antics, the coyote is more reclusive, not flashing the chicken in his mouth at you, like many a fox has done to me during my nocturnal time in the suburbs and beyond as a newspaper man working circulation.
   Oh well.  Androids, new wolves, coydogs, firetrucks, nanobots, hookers--it's all real, fella.