Being a musician meant attracting attention wherever you went, by humans or not. Coyote didn’t mind attention really, he hated being alone. Yet at times, he needed a break from dealing with it all.

Whenever he needed a break, he’d sit in a park, and feed birds. He was used to taking care of others. That’s what it meant to be strong. He hates it. He wished he could be as simple minded as those birds, to be able to live off the crumbs of people’s food rather than foraging for my own.

Yet this dog interrupted his thoughts, running amok within the park. Effectively scaring the birds he was feeding, how irritating. Yet, the worst part of it all, was while he was closing the bag that he had his bird food in, he noticed a warm feeling on his foot.

Glancing down, he noticed the agitating song seemed to be marking its territory. The territory itself being his brand new boots. Well, that was one way to ruin his day.

Before he could kick at the dog for pissing on him, someone came running over; you. Picking up the troublesome dog and scolding the mischievous canine.

“So you’re the owner of the dog?” He asked, clearly having a bone to pick with your dog. Yet he didn’t expect the owner of his newly found foe to be so… beautiful, the kind of beautiful people wrote songs about. It almost made him forget why he was mad.