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 The Dead Cow by our House My mom and I went out to the field and saw like a million coyote tracks. Some were so huge, about as big as the palm of my hand! There are about five coyotes left and my dad already shot one. When we got there, the cow was bloated, and had no head, neck, and the hide was torn off of lots of its body. This morning before school my mom was in bed and I looked out her window and there was a great big coyote in our yard! It was watching all of the other coyotes eating the cow. My mom said that it was not in the same pack as the other ones that were eating the cow and it wishes it was so it could eat it also. My mom says that she can hardly wait for my dad to get back so he can shoot the coyotes. She does not really know how to run the gun and my mom does not like it when I shoot it so we ought to wait for dad. Article posted February 28, 2011 at 10:52 AM • comment • Reads 237 • see all articles |
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