There was a old man that lived in high mountains of coyote peak. He lived in his small cabin all alone. His family went out one evening and never came home. He tried and tried to look for them the next 3 years or so. So then he gave up because he got tired of looking for them. He thinks that they might have got eaten by coyotes or something. Then the next 10 years he never saw another coyote around his cabin. He went out one cold winter to get some wood for the night. As he was walking around he saw a pack of mean growling coyotes. He went the other direction so that he won't go to close to them. He walked maybe about ¼ mile there was no sign of the coyotes. He thought they were long gone. He started to cut the tree down and just as it fell he slipped and the tree fell on his leg. He was trying to call for help thinking there was someone around that would hear him, but no luck. Then he heard the coyotes growling. He heard them coming closer and closer. Soon they were surrounded around him. That was the end of the old man's life.
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