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Elliot is a Premium member from Atlanta in Georgia, U
s A. And he would like a story with a
mule deer and a coyote. Don't forget to listen to
the animal facts after the story to learn more about
these creatures. For now, it's time to sit back and
get comfy, because it's time to begin The Big Bad Coyote.
Once upon a time, a coyote sat down with a book.
By reading the book, he hoped to take his mind
off of his very hungry tummy, which had been growling
and grumbling and gurgling. The coyote had had nothing to
eat for such a long time. The book he had
chosen was The Big Book of Fairy Tales, and the
very first story happened to be The Three Little Pigs.
He remembered this story being read to him when he
was little. His favorite character in that story was the
big bad wolf, and he'd loved the way he'd blown
down the pigs, houses of straw and sticks. It was
only the ending where the wolf was tricked at the
housemaid of bricks that spoilt it. That part was awfully unfair.
As his stomach gurgled again, the coyote had an idea.
Maybe he thought this story could help him catch some
dinner of his own. Through the woods, and not too
far away there lived a mule deer named Eliot. Eliot
lived a quiet life in a little wooden cabin all
on his own. It was a peaceful place to live
where he was rarely disturbed. And yet to day some
one was knocking upon his door. This was most unexpected,
and so the mule deer cautiously tiptoed to the window
to see who it might be. There was a coyote
stood on his doorstep. Eliot didn't like the sight of
him there one bit. Who is it? Eliot called out,
I'm the big bad I mean, the little kind coyote.
The coyote replied, Can I come in? No, thank you,
Eliot replied, I don't want any visitors right now. I'm
rather busy. The coyote wasn't aware he was being watched
as he pulled a book from his pocket and began
to leaf through it. He read a passage, snapped shut
the book, then looked up at the cabin. Little pig,
Little pig, the coyote began, before trailing off. Wait are
you a pig in there? No, I'm a mule deer,
Elliot replied from within, continuing to make sure he was
out of sight. The coyote nodded and put his book away.
Then he puffed out his skinny chest and said, little dear,
little dear, let me in, Let me in er No.
Eliot replied he hadn't changed his mind. In fact, if anything,
he was now quite sure he'd made the right decision
in keeping his door closed. No, no, that's wrong, complained
the coyote outside. You're supposed to say not by the
hair on my chinny chin chin. Elliot was beginning to
find this strange coyote amusing, so he decided to play
along very well. He said, not by the hair on
my chinny chin chin. A coyote braced himself with his
legs wide apart as he took a deep, deep breath.
Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your
house down, he cried, and he blew with all of
his might, blowing until he was red in the face.
Eliot's house, though, didn't even wobble. Are you all right,
Elliot called through the window. You appear to be sweating.
Just give me a moment, panted the coyote, before taking
another deep breath and trying again. The cabin still didn't move.
I don't understand, the coyote complained as he pulled out
his book. Houses made of sticks are easy to blow down,
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