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Frank was a Chihuahua. That is where Frank’s problem begins. Like most Chihuahuas, Frank enjoys Scandinavian food, John Travolta movies and long slow walks on the beach. This is all well and good, of course, except for the fact that Frank lives with coyotes. In fact, Frank is the only wild Chihuahua in the entire southwest corner of northeast Arizona. As everybody knows, coyotes prefer Tex-Mex food, they are allergic to John Travolta and they have been cutting back on beach strolls since the early nineteen seventies.
Frank IS related to the coyote family, through the marriage of Leopold, his third cousin on his mother’s side. Leopold married a coyote in California, where they have three beautiful chihuayote children.
Frank lived with the coyotes since his puppy days. His parents, a flash-in-the-pan commercial actor and a reality star lap-dog, wanted him to have a better life. Through their family connections, they sent Frank to Arizona, where he grew up as a brother and son with the coyote family.
On moonlit nights, the coyotes gather on the mesa and sing a desert lullaby. Their mystic moonlight melody and hypnotic howling harmony put the creatures of the desert to sleep. All the desert creatures know they are safe because the coyotes are the desert watchmen. Frank wanted to be a desert watchman, too.
On Frank’s first moonlit night, he stood with the coyotes on the mesa and listened as their calming voices poured over the desert. Frank smiled proudly, puffed out his chest, cleared his throat and joined in with a startling YIP-YIP-YAP-YAP-YIP-YAP-YIPPA-YAP-YAP!
The coyotes stopped singing. The desert creatures stopped sleeping. Frank stopped proudly smiling.
By the time the last yips and yaps finished echoing across the desert, Frank knew he would never sing with the coyotes again. He still hunted with them, napped with them, ate with them, played with them and bowled every Thursday night, but he never sang with them again. He didn’t know his time was coming.
The moonlit nights came and the moonlit nights went. The coyotes sang and Frank slept. He dreamed of watching over the desert and keeping all the creatures safe, but he knew his YIP-YIP-YAPPING was not what the desert creatures wanted. He was a Chihuahua. That was his problem.
Then came a night when the moon was no where to be seen. Clouds covered the night sky and the smell of rain was in the air. Frank went to bed early. The coyotes heard the thunder in the distance. They heard the rain. Then they heard something else. It was like thunder, but slow and steady. It grew louder. It grew closer. The coyotes knew what it was. A flash flood was heading to their valley
The coyotes gathered on the mesa to warn the desert creatures. They all had to get to higher ground. They sang with all their might. As it always did, their song put the animals to sleep in their beds. Nobody knew what was coming their way.
Coyotes are quick thinkers and in an instant they knew what to do. They woke up Frank.
Frank heard the sound of the flood and saw the desperate looks of his coyote brothers. He had picked up some quick thinking of his own, and he headed for the mesa with the pack following close behind.
At the top of the mesa, Frank took a breath so deep, he thought he might float away like a balloon. Then he sang down on the valley like only a Chihuahua can. YIP-YIP-YAP-YAP-YIP-YAP-YIPPA-YAP-YAP!! The yips and yaps echoed across the desert. The animals woke from their dreamy sleep. They woke to the rumble of water crashing toward their valley home. They ran for the mesa.
Frank yipped and yapped until he thought he couldn’t yip and yap anymore. Then he kept yipping and yapping still. He sang his Chihuahua song until every last desert creature was safe on the mesa. The flood came through the valley and as quickly as it came, it left.
There was silence on the mesa. The animals circled around Frank, who was out of breath. They began to clap. They began to cheer. They began to dance. They lifted Frank up in their arms and their cheers grew louder than the very thunder of the storm. Frank was a desert watchman. Frank was a hero. Frank was not a coyote and everyone was glad. Frank was a Chihuahua, and it was NOT a problem.
God had a plan when he made us different. What makes us different makes us special. What makes us special is a gift from God. Don’t be afraid to unwrap your gift.
ahhh. frank and rudolf are kindred spirits, no? i think i like this story better cuz it doesn’t have an annoying X-mas song attached to it. fun to read kevin.
I hadn’t thought about Rudolph. Hope I don’t get sued. I like the story and already sent it to my publisher to see what they think. I told them what to think, but they don’t always see it the same way. We’ll see. Thanks, Judy. It was all inspired by the illustration. I LOVE Paul’s stuff!
April 20th, 2006 at 2:37 pm
it reminds me of the ozzy song: “bark at the moon”
April 20th, 2006 at 5:11 pm
that one is inspiring… I’m not sure for what yet, but it reminds me of another story idea I had. I like it.
April 20th, 2006 at 10:19 pm
Frank was a Chihuahua. That is where Frank’s problem begins. Like most Chihuahuas, Frank enjoys Scandinavian food, John Travolta movies and long slow walks on the beach. This is all well and good, of course, except for the fact that Frank lives with coyotes. In fact, Frank is the only wild Chihuahua in the entire southwest corner of northeast Arizona. As everybody knows, coyotes prefer Tex-Mex food, they are allergic to John Travolta and they have been cutting back on beach strolls since the early nineteen seventies.
April 21st, 2006 at 7:21 am
Frank IS related to the coyote family, through the marriage of Leopold, his third cousin on his mother’s side. Leopold married a coyote in California, where they have three beautiful chihuayote children.
Frank lived with the coyotes since his puppy days. His parents, a flash-in-the-pan commercial actor and a reality star lap-dog, wanted him to have a better life. Through their family connections, they sent Frank to Arizona, where he grew up as a brother and son with the coyote family.
April 21st, 2006 at 9:33 am
Frank became a coyote in every way and they accepted him.
He hunted with them.
He napped with them, with all the coyote laziness he could muster.
He ate with them.
Played with them.
And went bowling on Thursday nights with them.
He became a coyote in every way, except one.
April 21st, 2006 at 11:53 am
I should have asked first if I may write stories on your site. There’s more.
April 22nd, 2006 at 7:46 am
hey, i still want to know what happened to frank.
April 22nd, 2006 at 5:11 pm
On moonlit nights, the coyotes gather on the mesa and sing a desert lullaby. Their mystic moonlight melody and hypnotic howling harmony put the creatures of the desert to sleep. All the desert creatures know they are safe because the coyotes are the desert watchmen. Frank wanted to be a desert watchman, too.
On Frank’s first moonlit night, he stood with the coyotes on the mesa and listened as their calming voices poured over the desert. Frank smiled proudly, puffed out his chest, cleared his throat and joined in with a startling YIP-YIP-YAP-YAP-YIP-YAP-YIPPA-YAP-YAP!
The coyotes stopped singing. The desert creatures stopped sleeping. Frank stopped proudly smiling.
April 22nd, 2006 at 5:20 pm
Frank’s heart was broken.
April 22nd, 2006 at 6:12 pm
By the time the last yips and yaps finished echoing across the desert, Frank knew he would never sing with the coyotes again. He still hunted with them, napped with them, ate with them, played with them and bowled every Thursday night, but he never sang with them again. He didn’t know his time was coming.
April 22nd, 2006 at 8:19 pm
The moonlit nights came and the moonlit nights went. The coyotes sang and Frank slept. He dreamed of watching over the desert and keeping all the creatures safe, but he knew his YIP-YIP-YAPPING was not what the desert creatures wanted. He was a Chihuahua. That was his problem.
Then came a night when the moon was no where to be seen. Clouds covered the night sky and the smell of rain was in the air. Frank went to bed early. The coyotes heard the thunder in the distance. They heard the rain. Then they heard something else. It was like thunder, but slow and steady. It grew louder. It grew closer. The coyotes knew what it was. A flash flood was heading to their valley
The coyotes gathered on the mesa to warn the desert creatures. They all had to get to higher ground. They sang with all their might. As it always did, their song put the animals to sleep in their beds. Nobody knew what was coming their way.
Coyotes are quick thinkers and in an instant they knew what to do. They woke up Frank.
Frank heard the sound of the flood and saw the desperate looks of his coyote brothers. He had picked up some quick thinking of his own, and he headed for the mesa with the pack following close behind.
At the top of the mesa, Frank took a breath so deep, he thought he might float away like a balloon. Then he sang down on the valley like only a Chihuahua can. YIP-YIP-YAP-YAP-YIP-YAP-YIPPA-YAP-YAP!! The yips and yaps echoed across the desert. The animals woke from their dreamy sleep. They woke to the rumble of water crashing toward their valley home. They ran for the mesa.
Frank yipped and yapped until he thought he couldn’t yip and yap anymore. Then he kept yipping and yapping still. He sang his Chihuahua song until every last desert creature was safe on the mesa. The flood came through the valley and as quickly as it came, it left.
There was silence on the mesa. The animals circled around Frank, who was out of breath. They began to clap. They began to cheer. They began to dance. They lifted Frank up in their arms and their cheers grew louder than the very thunder of the storm. Frank was a desert watchman. Frank was a hero. Frank was not a coyote and everyone was glad. Frank was a Chihuahua, and it was NOT a problem.
God had a plan when he made us different. What makes us different makes us special. What makes us special is a gift from God. Don’t be afraid to unwrap your gift.
April 23rd, 2006 at 6:09 pm
ahhh. frank and rudolf are kindred spirits, no? i think i like this story better cuz it doesn’t have an annoying X-mas song attached to it. fun to read kevin.
April 23rd, 2006 at 7:44 pm
I hadn’t thought about Rudolph. Hope I don’t get sued. I like the story and already sent it to my publisher to see what they think. I told them what to think, but they don’t always see it the same way.
We’ll see. Thanks, Judy. It was all inspired by the illustration. I LOVE Paul’s stuff!
May 2nd, 2006 at 12:34 pm
Hopefully it will put a horse in my stable!! *wink*
Keep up the wonderful creativity!!