Hunger and the pinch of cold

Often make the timid bold.

—Peter Rabbit

Old Man Coyote had spent some hard winters, but never one as hard as this. The snow was so deep that until it packed down he found it very difficult to get about. Then, too, it was almost useless to hunt much in such deep snow, and Old Man Coyote depended very largely on Mice for his food. He grew thin. He grew thinner. He grew still more thin. Every minute that he was awake he spent in hunting for something to eat.

Now, had he been the only one who was hunting he might have found less difficulty in getting enough. But there were others quite as hungry as he, and so hunting became something of a matching of wits to obtain the little food that could be found. Each was always trying to spy on the others, to see if they

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