Landline phone rings. TV?
Second ring. Nope…real…real as real is!
“HUH?” Jon blurts into the receiver. Disembodied voice on the other end does not ask but states matter-of-factly, “How do you do.” Jon, eyebrows raised high, “OH!” Beside him, Jan’s eyes roll, “^OH-OH!” Disembodied voice responds with emphatic affirmative, “OH-OH, UH-HUH, UHHHH-HUH!”
Jon turning to Jan, “Pssst!” Intermingled disembodied voices snort, snicker, hoot and holler. Jon turns Red Bull red, “WHEW!”
Coyote howls intermingle howling winds. Doorbell rings. Really rings.
Jan slaps forehead, “AAAH-HAH!”
Six-gun cylinder spins clickity-clack down. Black-hat, “Slap leather, high, wide and handsome! Hits or Misses?”
White-hat, “PHOOEY!” In tone of scholarly condescension, “Inner-ONLY perpetrations.”
Cell door clangs shut. Sourdough, “Howdah-do, per-second-per-second. Now. Now in the hoosegow now.”
Wiping his face, El Coyote, “NOW. El Piñon. NOW El Piñata. And NOW El Cañon TOO!”
Sourdough, “Hornswoggled!” El Coyote, “Si.”
Cocks crow sun up.
Hooves thunder away…….