"'Yello, Yellin' Yella Yellen, yella' yellefant!" greeted Coy Otay, a speckled patchy grey coyote.
"I am not a yellefant!" Yella protested and trumpeted her mighty trumpet. She did yell regularly.
"None of them are yellow, only the loudest, baddest, big greys", she taught.
"Apologies, madam. Gooday to ya, now I'm off to the market fair". Coy scampered eagerly.
Yella had been tempted to attend that bustling attraction of sellers and performers from anywhere abounding. Long she considered, as most often she did. As long as her tunk
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