There is a coyote named Charlie in Wyoming. He lives with a - snore - cat and a human. They do not like coyotes in Wyoming, because they eat sheep and chickens, and that makes the bipedal farmers mad. So, anyway, this Charlie has a blog. He does not write like yours truly. He is more like a Sears catalog model. The biped takes his picture every day. I guess when you live in Wyoming, there is not a lot to do.
Our Vice President comes from Wyoming. He and the Mrs. went to high school together. She twirled flaming batons. He stood around with a bucket of water - just in case. That is why you can trust him to fight terror. He is not afraid of danger. Back when he had hair, Lynne could have flubbed her baton routine and set it on fire. He did not flinch.
If I were Charlie Coyote, I would be careful not to go outside when the Vice is around. Besides carrying a water bucket for a baton twirler and attacking the enemies of freedom, he goes hunting with his friends and shoots them in the face. I do not imagine that the Vice would like a pet coyote or Lassie, even. He has too many other things on his mind like his quadruple bypass and fixing up the bomb shelter on a crummy millionaire's budget.
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