The Fictioning Horror Sale
 
 

Recently Viewed clear list


Original Essays | September 4, 2014

Edward E. Baptist: IMG The Two Bodies of The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery and the Making of American Capitalism



My new book, The Half Has Never Been Told: Slavery and the Making of American Capitalism, is the story of two bodies. The first body was the new... Continue »
  1. $24.50 Sale Hardcover add to wish list

spacer
Qualifying orders ship free.
$3.95
Used Hardcover
Ships in 1 to 3 days
Add to Wishlist
Qty Store Section
1 Burnside Children's Middle Readers- General

A Coyote's in the House

by

A Coyote's in the House Cover

 

 

Excerpt

Chapter One

Here was Antwan, living the life of a young coyote up in the Hollywood Hills, loving it, but careful to keep out of the way of humans.

Humans were crazy. Some would feed you, some would shoot at you for no reason. Yell at coyotes, "Go on back where you came from." But this was where they came from. They had lived in these hills the past forty thousand years or so. It was their turf.

All Antwan and his gang wanted to do was hang with the pack, goof around, groom each other for ticks and fleas, flirt with the sisters and mostly chase after what ever kinds of creatures were out of their holes. Mice were the most fun, 'cause you could play with 'em before you ate 'em.

Mice ate crickets and crunchy bugs, and coyotes ate mice. It wasn't to be mean or cruel. It was what the law of nature told you to do if you were a coyote. The same as when they went after possums and raccoons, or rabbits hippity-hopping down the bunny trail. Even kitty cats and little doggies humans kept as pets, they were all on the coyote food list, okay to eat.

Understand, if the mice or other creatures were hiding out in their holes or off looking for food, then Antwan and his gang would have to go looking for it, too.

Go to where humans lived, down back of their houses where they kept their trash cans. It was dangerous 'cause you had to look out for humans. Some even tried to run over you with their cars. But if they didn't build their houses right here, Antwan and his gang wouldn't be going through their garbage.

Antwan was the leader of the gang, known as the Howling Diablos, because he was the smartest and the fastest of all the young coyotes. The Diablos were pretty sure that in time, say in a year or so, Antwan would be the one to tussle with Cletus, the pack leader, and run the old dude off. Then Antwan would be the head of the whole pack and have his pick of the bitches. He'd choose the one he'd like to hang with the rest of his life and have his pups.

Right now Antwan was busy looking after his little sister, Ramona, seeing she didn't get in trouble. Ramona was dying to join the Diablos, but hadn't yet learned enough about life in the wild to run with the big boys.

Antwan was teaching her.

Saturday afternoons he'd take Ramona to a dog park over in another part of the hills, a good place to show his sister the different breeds of dogs there were in the world, the ones easy to snatch and eat and the ones you didn't want to mess with. Antwan and Ramona would crouch in the bushes, up on the side of the canyon, and look down at the humans and their pets, some coming up the mile-long trail from Hollywood, while others were walking down: all kinds of dogs passing both ways. It was like a show.

"Here comes a working dog, a Border collie," Antwan said, "only he's out of work. Rides around Hollywood in his own er's car looking for sheep to herd." "I know what collies look like," Ramona said. "They have that long, pointy face."

"Other dogs do, too," Antwan said. "Your borzois, your Afghan hounds.... What's that white one coming?"

"A greyhound?"

"You're close, but it's a saluki."

"What's it do?"

"Lays around the house thinking it's somebody."

Ramona said, "I know greyhounds chase rabbits."

"Yeah, toy ones," Antwan said. "They chase 'em around a racetrack and humans bet money on which one's gonna win."

Ramona wouldn't know what he was talking about. It took time to learn all the weird things dogs had to do. Antwan said now, "Here come some more working dogs, like the collie. That black one's a Bouvier and the little shorty's a corgi. Put them out on a farm they can't wait to start herding sheep, or even geese. That make sense to you, having to work? It's hard to believe coyotes and dogs are in the same family, dogs having sold out, gone over to the human side. They're more like them than they are us."

Antwan said now, "Here comes a hunting dog, a pointer. He points to where the game bird's hiding - like a pheasant, the one with the long tail? And the human shoots the bird as it flies up in the air."

"So the pointer's like somebody that tattles on you," Ramona said, "a snitch." "That's right, honey," Antwan said, "you're learning your breeds. What's that one with the big floppy ears?"

"A bloodhound."

"And what's he do?"

"Catches your scent and sniffs after you."

"That dog's so dumb," Antwan said, "he'll track you all day and all night for a treat and a pat on the head. All these dogs, they'll do tricks, sit up and roll over, to get a treat put in their mouth."

"I never had one," Ramona said.

"A treat? You haven't missed anything. Okay, what's that dog - you see him down there taking a pee?"

"A German shepherd."

"Wrong. It's a Siberian husky, tough as they come. He'll sleep outside all night in the snow and pull a sled all day."

"What's snow?"

"That white stuff you see on top of Mt. Wilson." He waited for Ramona to ask him what a sled was.

But Ramona was looking at a dog with big droopy ears and a long black coat to the ground. She said, "What's that one?"

"Some kind of spaniel," Antwan said. "A human shoots a duck out of the sky, it falls in the lake and that retriever dog swims out and fetches it. Doesn't mind getting wet. Only around here it doesn't do nothing but sleep and get food handed to it."

Ramona said, "What's wrong with that?"

And Antwan said, "Could you lay around all day? Never hunt your own food? Come up here to be shown off? What good would you be, to the pack or to yourself?"

"I could have fun playing," Ramona said, looking at a boy with a Chihuahua jumping up at him, "like that little one there."

"You want to be known as a toy?" Antwan said. "That's all that dog is. There's some more, the Lhasa Apso and that lowrider they call a dachshund - looks like a sausage and smells like it, too. They're tasty enough, but give me a rabbit or a half dozen mice for breakfast any day."

Now Ramona was watching a human throwing a ball to his dog standing above him on the trail, the dog catching the ball in his mouth, then dropping it to roll down the slope to the human. She said, "Antwan, look how smart that dog is."

Product Details

ISBN:
9780060544041
Author:
Leonard, Elmore
Publisher:
William Morrow
Author:
by Elmore Leonard
Location:
New York
Subject:
General
Subject:
Science Fiction, Fantasy, & Magic
Subject:
Children's 9-12 - Fiction - Fantasy
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - General
Subject:
General Fiction
Subject:
Fantasy & Magic
Copyright:
Edition Number:
1st ed.
Publication Date:
June 2004
Binding:
Hardback
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Yes
Pages:
160
Dimensions:
8.60x5.84x.73 in. .68 lbs.
Age Level:
09-12

Other books you might like

  1. Hoot
    Used Hardcover $2.95
  2. The Sands of Time: A Hermux Tantamoq... Used Trade Paper $3.50
  3. No Time Like Show Time (Hermux... Used Hardcover $4.95
  4. Chasing Vermeer
    Used Hardcover $3.50
  5. Time Stops for No Mouse: A Hermux... Used Hardcover $1.95
  6. Down the Rabbit Hole: An Echo Falls...
    Used Trade Paper $4.95

Related Subjects

Children's » Middle Readers » General
Children's » Science Fiction and Fantasy » General
Young Adult » General

A Coyote's in the House Used Hardcover
0 stars - 0 reviews
$3.95 In Stock
Product details 160 pages HarperEntertainment - English 9780060544041 Reviews:
"Publishers Weekly Review" by , "Leonard knows a thing or two about movies (he's seen 18 of his novels make it to the big screen, including Get Shorty and Jackie Brown), and he sets his entertaining debut children's book in the Hollywood hills. German shepherd Buddy, the canine star of movies such as Buddy to the Rescue, helped put his human family in the lap of luxury. But now that he's retired, life in his suburban home seems to revolve around a pampered poodle named Miss Betty — and Buddy is bored of playing second fiddle. Enter Antwan, a wild coyote whose passion for food is matched by his disdain for domesticated pets ('The dog's forgot who he is. Thinks he's only supposed to do what his master wants,' Antwan says the first time he spies Buddy in a nearby park). Antwan and Buddy approach each other with caution at first, and even threaten to butt heads. But they soon come to respect each other — and decide to trade places. The adventure may be slim and the plot travels familiar ground, but the dialogue sparkles and allows Leonard to satirize domestic life ('You too used to food comes out of a bag,' he lectures Miss Betty. 'That's what I'd call being housebroken, not the other thing, peeing on the carpet....[Y]ou've lost your taste for regular food'). Black-and-red illustrations throughout resemble film stills — perhaps the book will be Buddy's ticket back to the big screen? Ages 10-up. (June)" Publishers Weekly (Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information, Inc.)
"Review" by , "The story is good fun, but the real pleasure here, as in Leonard's adult novels, lies in listening to the characters banter with one another....Leonard can mix comedy and reality as nimbly for a younger audience as he does for adults."
"Review" by , "The plot meanders a bit, with a catnapping and a movie audition thrown in to complicate the relationships, but in the end, it's a cheerful and ultimately bittersweet look at how life choices shape who we are. Good fun."
"Review" by , "The dialogue between coyotes and dogs is surprisingly natural, but the novel lacks Leonard's usual fast pace."
"Review" by , "Leonard's knack for creating intriguing, strong characters is evident....Leonard's enlightening descriptions of the movie business may please adults more than youngsters, but all readers will delight in the growing friendship among the characters."
"Review" by , "Leonard's dialogue crackles realistically, as always, but the plot is somewhat strained, and younger readers may not care about the movie references, or even get them. Still, this is a light entertainment that dog lovers in particular will enjoy."
spacer
spacer
  • back to top
Follow us on...




Powell's City of Books is an independent bookstore in Portland, Oregon, that fills a whole city block with more than a million new, used, and out of print books. Shop those shelves — plus literally millions more books, DVDs, and gifts — here at Powells.com.