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After dad explained that I had in fact picked up a coyote cub and not a puppy, my family and I were stuck with an inquiry on what to do. One one hand, I could keep her and raise her without my parents noticing. OR we hand her over to an animal shelter because she's clearly abandoned. This was probably one of the toughest decisions of my life.
"I've named her Taco." I say, drying her off with the towel and showing Johnny. "Great he's already attached." Darry sighed as Soda came back inside. Ma had called him at work and explained the situation and told him to check if any shelter would take her. "No good ma, they're either shut 'till monday or won't take coyotes- jesus it's rainin' hard out there." I bundled up Taco in the towel and watched from the stool at the bench as Soda and Steve shook off from the rain. "What are we meant to feed it?" Dad complained, I was starting to get the feeling he didn't like Taco, but maybe I was just imagining it.
"Junior, you took a class in animal needs in highschool, for that extra curicular one year right? Did they say what type of food we can give these animals?" Ma said, she had a soft spot for animals, especially baby animals. Dad says I get it from her. "Uh, yeah...powdered milk is fine. It's a suppliment for formula. Any milk actually." He explained, I saw Ma go to the pantry and pull out a big bag of powdered milk. "Jeez Mrs C, what's that for?" Steve muttered. "I keep this incase there's a tornado. It's always handy to have. Darrel, can you go up into the attic and see if you can find some old baby bottles. Perhaps we still have some from when Pony was a baby." "Yeah, sure love. I'll see what I can find..." Dad went up to the attic and ma was still looking through the cabinets for anything else we could use. "Where'd you even find her Pone?" Johnny spoke up, scratching Taco behind the ear. "She was just trapped in a taco bag. Hence the name." "Huh. Ironic yet fitting. Cool."
"Love, I found one old bottle. Pony's old favourite." Dad came back down from the attic, holding my old bottle. It was clear and the picutres were a bit worn down but you could clearly tell it was covered in colourful cartoon books once when I was little. "Books...guess we know where Horsekid got his nerd from." Steve snickered, earning a nice thump on the head from Darry and a warning look from Soda. My brothers are so cool.