mushrooming story (working title)

Coyote, wellies, mushrooms

"That's a Coyote", Marjorie said in a calm, matter-of-fact way. They were standing in the middle of the path that they had never seen before until now, off a side street near where she lived. "How do you know"? I asked. Maybe it was a scruffy dog. We were in-between two neighborhoods afterall, its not like we were in the middle of nowhere.

"Well, besides the fact that it looks like a Coyote and people have been reporting them aroud here - it also took off as soon as we appeared instead of approaching us like most dogs would, and it is dusk, a prime time for a Coyote to be out hunting", she replied. She suddenly smiled. "Besides Alec, it makes for a cooler story regardless!". Her laugh was as bright as her smile.

"Why do you feel you have to tell everyone about all your adventures, as if they do not happen or exist if you do not write or talk about them" I replied. She was sometimes seriously addicted to posting her every move on social media.

"Don't be like that, Alec". Marjorie suddenly stopped and pointed to the ground. "Ah HA! I found MUSHROOMS"! I rolled my eyes.

"What, we are out here looking for mushrooms, right"!? she said. I guess she was right. I peered down at the pancake-like mushrooms at our feet. I had no idea what they were. I pulled out my magnification glass, and Marjorie pushed a field guide into my field of view. "Hold on, I wanted to look and see if it has pores or gills first, before looking things up".