A Chickenly Disaster

So I spent the night at MSn's house last night because her parents had tickets to an auction dinner hosted by our school to raise money for Project Aaron. A kid with severe autism that needed $8,000 to buy a machine he could use to talk with since he had problems making words, but could make them to sound out with this machine.
Anyways, at this dinner MSn's family paid $200 for a two-person sailboat one of the teachers was getting rid of, so now it basically belongs to MSn. Her and I are gonna paint it with cow spots and name it "da Moo-Moo." Maybe we'll go sailing, or maybe we'll just sit in it in her backyard and pretend to be pirates. Who knows.
This morning though I wake up to her mom talking really loud to MSn's grandparents, and she starts exclaiming about a huge coyote in the backyard. So she sets her overly-plump mutt dog to go out and scare it off, because they have chickens and didn't want the coyote to eat them, like it had once before. but the dog was a total whimp, and didn't want to go outside. So we put on our boots and headed over to the neighbors yard where we last saw it run towards, and the problem is that their neighbors have chickens as well, so we went to make sure it hadn't eaten any of them. Their neighbors had these adorable baby chickens. They were locked in and couldn't get eaten but the adult chickens were nowhere to be found. We assume they went into hiding after they saw the coyote, or at least that's what we hoped. No feathers anywhere, so we're pretty sure they're fine.

P.S. Sugar Scrub makes your skin REALLY smooth. MSn and I tried some lavender kind last night and it is marvelous.