WHAT IT IS
Mutt Jefferson was heading out of Cleveland on Hwy. 76 bound for the I 95 and a trip back to the Florida Keys. The full red moon was playing with Mutt, disappearing behind the trees, popping up over flat fields and flirting with the scarlet clouds on the horizon. As he drove parallel to the moon, he imagined he was in a race with the great pumpkin and it was fortunate his phone rang as his speed was beginning to exceed what it should have been.
It was Will Offley, his voice nervous and strained, asking Mutt if he could stop at his Beaver County farm. Mutt rolled up to Offley’s farm a couple hours later, arriving to an eerily silent farmyard. He yelled out to Will, no answer…walked up to the front door, peeked inside and saw a totally ransacked living room. Mutt eventually found Will and Beatrice, bound and gagged in the barn, but otherwise unhurt.
WHAT IT IS NOT
Cricket and Sapphire had attended many Wolf calling events in Algonquin Park over the years but an invitation to a coyote call in Beaver County made them apprehensive because of their devastating experience with Wagner and Lehman not far from where the call was to take place. After much discussion they decided to face their fears and grab the Amtrak to Pennsylvania to join the party of coyote callers.
Where the hell was everyone? Cricket and Sapphire sat alone on the edge of a large woodlot south of Ellwood City watching a red, full moon rise and listening for coyotes that might be in the area. The six compadres from Beaver Falls were no-shows and Cricket was not interested in trying out his coyote calling skills with only his sister around for extra protection. So they sat quietly as darkness engulfed them, pausing momentarily to totally freak out when a six foot long bearded dragon breezed by and slithered down a hole in the ground.