Eventually Things Get Better

I sat next to a coyote on a flight back to Chicago. The coyote spoke English. I was momentarily amazed, but that soon passed. 

So I opened the emergency exit door, grabbed a parachute and jumped out the window. The coyote jumped with me, but there was only one parachute. The coyote latched on to me, and talked the entire time till we landed in a field. 

The thing is, once we were on the ground, the coyote went back to being full coyote and howled at the moon. For some reason, this was more appealing.