Coyote's Dance

There's that star again. She's a luscious babe and tonight she's dancing close to Grizzly Peak, her tasty colors and lickable curves just out of reach. A delicious masquerade, a sweet-talking lure without the words. Coyote's got that peckish, toe-tapping look in his eyes. He's puffed up the slope to the peak. He's ready to make the leap and whirl into the light fantastic. By now his gut is growling and he's forgotten how he suffers the messy results for the sake of his dance. Coyote is a reassembly-required kind of dog. And to boot, he's the untiring clichés he can never remember. What are they? Dance like no one is watching? Love like you've never been hurt? Hunger works just as well, right old friend? Good luck, Mister Coyote! Gorge yourself on the moment! See you in the next story when you've put yourself back together. There you go! Yummy!!