A hangdog coyote crosses the road and lopes off into the scrub. You can feel his wretchedness. Behind him, a dried rabbit carcass,too far gone to feed on,and the mouse that got away. Has it always been like that?Maybe he’s just a loser among his kind,barely surviving year to year. Or is it bad luck? …

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