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“Coyote?” she whispered.

Nick’s muzzle curled into a smirk. This was the upgrade. No more clumsy sprints into the henhouse. No more alarms. Version 0.9 was sleek. Patient. He’d been watching the Beachside Bunnies for three days. He knew that the one with the floppy hat—Lily—always left the cooler of carrot sticks unguarded. That the big one, Bruce, snored so loud he masked footsteps. And that the little one, Pip, buried his favorite flip-flop exactly four inches south of the blue umbrella. The Bad Fox -v0.9- -Beachside Bunnies-

Then he vanished into the dunes, leaving behind only a set of paw prints and one perfectly sun-warmed, unguarded carrot. “Coyote

He waited until high tide began to kiss the towel’s edge. Then, silent as a shadow in a flip-book, he crept forward. First, he swapped Pip’s flip-flop with a herring. Then, he wedged a whoopee cushion under Bruce’s beach chair. Finally—the masterstroke—he uncapped a tiny bottle labeled Eau de Coyote and spritzed it on the wind. No more clumsy sprints into the henhouse