My daddy was a farmer. We had cows, pigs, horses and chickens. I hated chickens. They drive me crazy, and they never sit still; and since I hate chickens, I love Coyotes. I love Coyotes, because Coyotes hate Chickens. My best friend is a Coyote. His name is Dale; and he loves to hunt those little egg dropping, beak squawkers. My daddy hates Dale; because my daddy loves his chickens. One day I heard Dale getting rid of a chicken in our front yard; and then I heard a loud boom! The next day, Dale was in my livingroom. I had never seen Dale in the house before; but there he was. He wasn't moving, and he smelled funny. I kept trying to talk to him, but he just ignored me. My daddy walked by and laughed; and now I was mad! Dale wouldn't even look at me. I wanted him to go away, but he stayed in our house forever; and he never moved a muscle! I hated Dale; and now I love chickens.