Wisdom

By: Steve Fite

Winding the cable around the corner and affixing the bare wire to the Acme terminal post, the coyote sat and waited for the desert bird to hit the spot with a subtle-but-present X on the Arizona asphalt.
He tied his napkin around his neck and gathered the fork and knife in each paw, readying elbows to push down on the lever.
Before the fowl even started down the path, however, the coyote realized the flaw in his plan. He gave a small chuckle, missing the days of simple action before his wife convinced him to take a deductive reasoning class.