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The coyote is a long, slim, sick and sorry-looking skeleton,
with a gray wolf-skin stretched over it, a tolerably
bushy tail that forever sags down with a despairing expression of
forsakeness and misery, a furitive and evil eye and a long
sharp face, with a slightly lifted lip and exposed teeth.
He has a general slinking expression all over.
The coyote is a living, breathing allegory of Want.
-- Mark Twain, Roughing It
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