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There were many things in this world that confused Myrtle. He could have easily made a list, but he knew it would be quite long and take a lot of work to compile. Myrtle did not necessarily have the time to compose such a list, but perhaps he begin with the current situation. A coyote had just thrown a rock at a rabbit. Myrtle may have been from other parts, but he knew that you were not supposed to throw rocks at your prey; it was just plain foolish.
"What a zeely theeng to do," Myrtle commented unnecessarily. Although the Infernian had not asked him for his opinion, he felt as though he should offer the boy some assistance nonetheless. Although the other coyote looked as though he was older than Myrtle, Myrtle still felt like he should be the one acting like an adult in this situation. After all, what kind of real adult would do that? Throw a rock at a rabbit? Now that was just foolish, and Myrtle had to set this boy straight.
Myrtle trotted over to where the boy was, intent on offering him some good advice to help him out. "You know, tere i' a war go-eeng on right naow. 'Ave you fought for Eenfeernay yet? Tere are lawts tresspass'rs 'ere! 'ou should watch out!" Myrtle said affirmatively, hoping this coyote would understand him. That last coyote had been a right fool, and had had a very tough time figuring out what he was saying (even though Myrtle had been practising his English a lot!)
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