he doesnt seriously think the tiny potted cactus will listen or believe
the coyote was just bored in the East. he showed up as a horse. well not even a horse. a horses head. a hobby horse head from the 1950s.
its all my doing.

this is my story about being bored in the east.
myths clamour.

I never understood why people had potted cactus. why would you want one of those? I thought.

they are ugly and spiteful. they dont even seem to grow. they just sit there.
they arent plants they are weapons.
I never wanted a cactus. I really didnt like them.
then I went to the desert.

I now have tiny potted cactus.

I moved to the desert.

Tiny Potted Cactus

[shot of the cacti in the window]

med cactus 1: did you hear that?

(cu ) cactus2: what? [cu shot both]

cactus1: it sounded like a coyote

cactus2: whats a coyote sound like?

cactus1: i dont know.

a quick glimpse of horse before cutaway to the street and traffic

[scene 2 night]

cactus2: hes here again

cactus1: who?

cactus2: that horse or whatever

cactus1: the coyote?

cactus2: looks like a horse

cactus1: he told me he was a coyote.

cactus3: whatever