**Chapter 1: "A Wild Ride in Aspen"**

"Whoa, Lloyd, check it out!" Harry yelled, holding up a rope with a makeshift noose on the end. "I'm gonna catch me a wild animal, just like that time we went camping and caught a raccoon!" Lloyd Christmas looked up from the couch, where he was busy stuffing his face with Cheetos. "What are you doin', Harry?" "I'm gonna catch that coyote that's been hangin' around our campsite!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. Lloyd raised an eyebrow. "You think that's a good idea, Harry?" "Why not?" Harry asked, already starting to make his way towards the coyote, which was wandering around the edge of the campsite, sniffing at the trash cans. Lloyd sighed and stood up, brushing Cheeto dust off his shirt. "Because, Harry, coyotes are wild animals. They can hurt us." But Harry was undeterred. He crept up behind the coyote, noose at the ready. The coyote, sensing his presence, turned around and let out a low growl. "Hey, hey, it's okay little guy," Harry said, holding out a hand in a calming gesture. "I'm just gonna...whoa!" The coyote suddenly darted forward, its jaws snapping shut just inches from Harry's face. Harry leapt back, tripping over his own feet. Lloyd rushed over to help his friend up. "I told you, Harry. You're gonna get yourself killed." The coyote, seeming to sense that it had the upper hand, began to circle around Harry and Lloyd, its eyes fixed on them with a hungry gleam. "Hey, hey, little guy," Harry said, trying to sound calm. "We're just tryin' to be friendly." The coyote took a step closer, its tail twitching. Harry and Lloyd backed away slowly, but the coyote continued to advance. "Whoa, okay, okay," Harry said, holding up his hands. "We get it. You're the boss." The coyote let out a high-pitched yip and nipped at Harry's pant leg. Harry yelped and jumped back. "See, I told you this was a bad idea," Lloyd said, shaking his head. But Harry was undeterred. "I'm not gonna let a little nippy coyote ruin my day. Let's try to make friends with it, Lloyd." Lloyd raised an eyebrow. "You want to try to make friends with it? Are you crazy?" Harry grinned. "Come on, Lloyd. It'll be fun. We can name him...uh...Coxy." The coyote, seeming to sense that it was the center of attention, took another step closer, its eyes fixed on Harry and Lloyd. "Uh-oh," Lloyd said, taking a step back. "I think Coxy's getting a little too interested in us." And with that, the coyote darted forward, jaws open wide...