Coyotes Isn't Just For Smuggling Mexicans

Today Mom and me went to the park just us which was AwEsOme! Except towards the end of the hike this guy passes us and goes, "There's a coyote up ahead. You may wanna leash your dog." And Mom was like, "Stell! Get over here now!" Cuz I was runnin' like a wild bitch who hasn't gotten a hike in FOREVER because I hadn't gotten a hike in forever. Anyways, I suffer the indignity of bein' on my freakin' leash and we keep walking for a bit and Mom's like, "I don't see anything, Stella." But as soon as she said that of course we saw it. Now usually these coyotes is some oogly-ass scrawny mofos that get all scared soon as they see my big fat mom walking over. But this one was pretty sturdy lookin', prolly my size. And this creep was just looking right at us, even when Mom tried to act tough and front like she was gonna attack (HA that's so funny I forget to laugh.) Since Mom's antics wasn't doin' nothing I started to turn on the gansta and I was like, "YO, you got a starin' problem, buddy?" and "Take a picture it'll last longer, chump!" And "MOM! Stop tightening my leash so freakin' short. JEEZ." Then Mom picks up a stick for God's knows why. But she don't move and she wouldn't let me get away to school that freak so we're just standing there like a couple of Chesters. Finally this dude comes jogging along and sees the staring contest and he's like, "I'll scare it away" and he runs down and yells and claps his hands and that dumb ass coyote skitters off and Mom ran us down to the parking lot. I wanted Mom to wait while I gave that peeping tom a taste of the East side, but Mom said, "Get in the car, Stella."