Growing up, feral coydogs roamed my friend's rural mountain property, possibly to eat his pets and/or us. My friend's dad would launch illegal fireworks at them until they ran off and we'd go inside where the coydogs couldn't get us. It was a simpler time.
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Have you never sampled the fried food wonders and innovations of a coynty fair?
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