These two hang out together all the time. Unusual to see them fighting. The first came and sat there with the bag of whatever for 5 minutes or so waiting for the other. That's gratitude for you I guess.
She worked and slaved in a hot dumpster to bring dinner to the table then waited patiently until he got home from the sports bar and when he found out it was the same as yesterday he got pissed..."What? Cold fries AGAIN?"
(not that I have ever been in this same scenario...just sayin'....I mean, after all...ever heard of a fox in a sports bar?)
Every time I see an urban Coyote scrounging for food, especially near a dumpster I'm reminded of a Tumbuk3 song called Dirty Dirty Rice.
Well you're living on the street and craving something hot
That's simmering in a dumpster down by Popeye's parking lot
Smell the rich aroma: a fragrance to entice
Of dirty deep fried chicken and dirty dirty rice
Dirty deep fried chicken and dirty dirty rice
Maybe Mrs Fox needs to visit a Popeye's dumpster and upscale her dinner offering to dirty chicken and rice.