It’s not all the cop, Johnny, don’t you think it is. Something not normal is going on here. Something very much not normal.
A pair of animals went trotting lazily across what appeared to be the town’s only intersection, moving on a diagonal beneath the blinker-light. Johnny tried to tell himself they were dogs, but they weren’t dogs. They were coyotes.
It’s not all the cop, Johnny, don’t you think it is. Something not normal is going on here. Something very much not normal.
