“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” Gary chanted as he ran. “Stupid freaking Coyote. Always getting me in trouble.” I bumped him with my shoulder. “Accept some responsibility for your own life,” I panted, finally. “You could have stayed sitting in the middle of the road. You chose to come with us.” Gary gave me an irritated look. “Whose side are you on anyway?” He wasn’t as out of breath as I was. Maybe he had more practice running. “I didn’t know there was a side to be on,” I grunted.
