Algebra in the Hollywood Hills

Before speaking to Karl, the scruffy coyote scratched behind his ear and then casually sniffed at a fallen pinnate-leaved branch from a jacaranda tree.
“Somebody pissed on it already,” the coyote complained. “I love the pure smell of jacaranda.”
The animal was blocking Karl’s path on the fire road that lead to the underground bunker two miles [...]

The Coyote of Mulholland Trail

I’ll tell you something that’ll turn your head around. There are spirits of long-dead Chumash Indians all over the hills here. We see them quite often. They love to run and they’re very playful. One of them even helped me catch a rabbit once, which is what I wanted to tell you, about chasing the [...]

Moby Dick in Outer Space

“I saw a coyote in the backyard.”
“When?”
“Just now. I was looking out the kitchen window. Why do we have ceramic tiles in here? My feet get cold.”
“Wear your slippers, silly.”
“I hate slippers. And I would much rather have hardwood floors.”
“The house came with tiles, Richard. We’ve been living here for ten years and this is [...]