Negotiating with Cookies – Let’s Go Tipping

Fleegle yells in panic and runs from the living room picture window. “Raud, the wolves have followed us home. They just passed the house. One even peed on my mailbox.”

“A taste of your own medicine, huh?” I get up from my desk and go take a look out the picture window. Two coyotes are cruising down the street at a good trot. It’s also garbage day and everyone has put their cans out on the curb for pickup. “And I thought it was the neighborhood dogs tipping over the cans.”

“Ooo, I bet that’s fun. Can we do that?”

“Not today. Maybe tomorrow.”

“But the cans will be empty tomorrow.”



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