Coyote slowly climbed the hill, kicking the empty can before her. Her course was a rough zig-zag, although the slope of the incline was not severe. Every now and again the can would disappear into a pothole and she would have to stop and dig it out.
Coyote was deep in thought. Something was nagging her although she was not clear yet as to exactly what that might be. She looked around, noticing the state of the landscape through which she passed. Every now and again she shook her head. This head shaking was entirely unconscious, tending to occur in the space between can kicks. Continue reading