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Panting for breath, the distraught woman rushed up to Buffy and grabbed
her arm. "They took my Tiger!"

The teenager blinked at her. "Okay, did they take a baby or a tiger? Or
was it a baby tiger?"

"Oh, no, my precious Tiger!" the woman shrieked. "He's a little
pug-nosed chow."

"Oh, a dog," Buffy said, trying not to look relieved.

It was terrible that the coyotes had snatched the woman's dog, but that
was better than a baby.

She remembered similar tragedies in Los Angeles; that's what happened
when coyotes went hunting in the suburbs.

"They took him right out of my backyard!" the woman said in a quavering
voice. "He was old and infirm, and he couldn't fight back. We have to
save him!"

Buffy held her hands and tried to be comforting.

"I'm sorry, but I don't see how we're going to save Tiger. He was
probably dead within seconds of them grabbing him. Besides, there's no
way we could catch them."

The distraught woman buried her face in her hands and began to weep, and
Buffy glanced around, amazed that nobody else had come out to witness
this dramatic scene. Even now, the yelps of the coyotes sounded
distant, as if they had only been a passing nightmare.

There wasn't much for Buffy to do but walk her home. "Where do you
live?" she asked.

"Can't we do anything?" her neighbor blubbered.

"Well, sure, we'll report them to Animal Control, or the dog catcher, or
whoever handles stuff like this." Buffy mustered a hopeful smile.

"They won't do anything," the woman grumbled.

"Tiger is gone, all thanks to those damn coyotes! It must be Coyote
Moon that brought them here.

Curse them!"

"Coyote Moon?" Buffy asked warily.