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Dial Coyote: Ch2 (Colorblind)
The next day the man came to feed him not the woman. He was suspicious of him after he had yelled. Though now Dial, worried he did something to the woman. He hoped that since both seemed kind this was not the case. It was only when she was gone that Dial realized how much he missed her and wanted her. A week passed and then He saw her walking around feeding the other animals and not him. He Yipped and barked fondly at her to get her to return but she only would wave at him and continue her duties. He had seen her do this daily but never had been ignored. A month passed and finally she came by his pen. He whimpered and licked at her through the holes in the fence.
“Awe poor thing, I see you have missed me. Seems my heart is not the only one breaking while we are apart” she said jokingly though Dial still was clueless at what she was saying.
She could tell Dial was deeply concerned and confused and lonely without her and she ran her fingers into the pen with trust and he gently licked at them.
“I have to be careful that David does not see me do this or I may be fired. He almost did last month but I argued that I am the only one that can do my job for the wages he pays. Any professional would demand double salary and be less forgiving about the hard jobs I do. He needs me and he knows it.”
Dial did not know or care what she was saying he waged vigorously and whined happy to see her. He rubbed his entire body against the fence. He had tried this before as a means to get rid of itches. He was getting sick of his cage but there were hidden perks.
“You really did miss me didn’t you? All this time David convinced me you were wild and dangerous. You are a bit softy aren’t you Mr Coyote? David knows I know what I am doing and trusts me to go into the pens to feed the animals. The animals know I bring the food and most are too timid to get close. A few more friendly ones do but we trust them enough, just don’t turn our backs on them. You are an enigma as you clearly are wild yet seem to have quickly socialized to humans as if you have been trained your entire life. We wonder what kind of an adventurous past you once had. At any rate, David punished me with grounding my extended privileges. Gave me all the safe boring and hard jobs and limited my contact with the animals for awhile. I have not argued and followed his rules, though it pisses me off to be treated like an intern.”
Dial was lost in the feeling of fingers in his fur even through a fence. He really liked being touched and scratched; he started to Chirr loudly in bliss. Which is sort of like a purring sound, for a coyote to make when amused.
“I will not be able to go in the pen with you for awhile yet though he may let me soon if he supervises for safety. Not even to feed you. I told David it is my own risk I know it and will sign a waiver. He says it does not matter if he allows the risk and something bad happens the city could shut the sanctuary down. You seem healthy now and David is pushing to put you into a zoo. I am quite fond of you so I am trying to persuade him to find somewhere local so I can visit you.”
Even if Dial understood most of that he would have not understood the ramifications. He was blissfully unaware. To his surprise she reached into her pocket and pulled out a ball. He had never seen one before. He had some toys to chew on but never a ball. This was a Kong toy specially made for tough canine jaws and not as fragile or able to chock on like a tennis ball when shredded. It was even non toxic, and made a fun squawk when bitten.
“SQUEAK!” the ball made. Dial jumped back. Surprised and stared at it.
“SQUEAK SQUEAK”, Dial jumped left and right and panted excited. Something about that sound went deep to his core. He was unsure what. He could not read the word “rabbit squeak” on its side. Nor would he think rabbits squeaked. They screamed a lot like a coyote. Not quite as elegantly as the wolves of the enclosure did.
“SQUEAK SQUAK”, his blood raced with excitement and his primal nature spoke only one word...prey.
She threw the ball highly into the enclosure and it bounced on the ground squeaking once or twice before Dial ran up and grabbed it. He then chewed on it and found it tougher. Partly disappointed it was not meat and bloody but he recognized the rubber taste as that of his toys and knew not to try and eat it. It was delightful and he could not help but squeak it.
“I thought you might like that one because of the rabbit squeak. You enjoy that for awhile buddy. I have a few more chores to do then I can sneak in and say hi. David is sick today and won’t find out.”
Dial was too preoccupied with his new toy to notice her departure. He looked up and timidly looked around for her like a child looking for its mother and then circled a few times and picked up his toy and lost himself in it for a few hours more. Dial then got a brilliant plan. He had tried many things to get their attention and almost gave up when he was devoid of his Rosie for a whole month. Dial had a master plan and today was his best chance to pull it off.
It was mid day now and that meant lunch time. Rosie came by to eat around Dial and talked to him. All the while he was squeaking his ball. He was waiting for a chance and soon found it. She offered him some meat from her sandwich. He squeaked the ball three times. She offered it again and he squeaked three times.
“What’s the matter, more interested in your ball than some free meat?”
Again he answered the word meat with three squeaks. She took just enough notice to this odd behaviour but thought little of it. Then Dial walked down the fence to where the meat bucket was resting behind. He stopped and reached his arm through the mesh as far as he could. Then aimed it directly at the meat and squeaked the ball three times.
Rosie nearly dropped her sand witch in shock, “wait what?” She stood up and slowly crept over to the coyote with the fence dividing them. “You cannot possibly be pointing to the bucket of meat are you?”
Three squeaks again with the ball. It may happen if a wolf or coyote tries to grab something outside of his pen but it is very strange for him to reach for something like a human might and do so at the mere mention of a word he knows means the bucket. He may think food bucket and meat are the same word but he figured out meat meant bucket of tasty meat to eat. She offered him meat and he let her know he understood the word.
“COME ON COME ON.” Dial thought to himself with high hopes, “I am making this easy you got to understand me now”
A squeak of a ball is harder to dismiss than random coyote sounds, even barking at your own name. Three squeaks for meat and pointing to it... if this did not work Dial may give up altogether. He knew not of Rosie’s punishment or David’s sick day. He sensed now was the right time. She had come to socialize after a month; he was simply impatient but somewhere inside it is as if intuition told him.
“You do not want my meat”
“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!”
“You want that meat?!”
“Squeak! squeak! Squeak!”
Feeling her imagination was getting away with her she ignored the weird impossible notion for a moment and simply grabbed a chunk of meat and tossed it into the pen. Dial rushed up to it but refused to eat it. He waited. His nose fixed on the ball. It was like a trick you teach a dog to hold a treat on its nose until allowed to eat it. Rosie almost brushed it off and walked off as she started to giggle.
“Ok now you have your meat I hope you are happy”
“Squeak squeak squeak”
She stood flabbergasted as she watched the coyote stare at the meat and not eat it. He was using the ball to get her attention. For many times in a row he was squeaking it on queue and exactly three times. She struggled for a moment then tried to form words that made sense.
“...you...don’t want...your ...meat?”
“Squeak squeak squeak”
“Are you sure you do not want it...”
~silence~
“Do you understand what I am saying right now...” she whispered so low only a coyote could hear her words. But he again waited and was silent, his eyes switching between her and the meat as if trying to indicate what he wanted her to say.
“Ok... so you do not understand me. God I thought I was going crazy...”
Dial stood and waited, he knew he had to be patient, stay trained and keep her attention on him.
“Is there something wrong with your meat?”
“Squeak squeak squeak”
“Is that a yes?”
~silence~
“Is that a no?”
~silence~
“What are you up to what is wrong with you what do you want with me”
Dial jumped the gun and squeaked thinking she was about to say meat, not me”.
“Squeak”
“Wait... you squeaked only once that time?!”
Dial shook his head frustrated as he realized his own error then regained his composure. This time he used his paws to point at the meat on the ground as if to shout to her...
“WHAT IS THIS TELL ME WHAT IT IS!”
She stared at him then looked at the meat itself and said
“Me...”
Dial half squeaked the ball and relaxed. What a tease.
“M... m....meat...”
Three squeaks of the ball. Then she said the word three times more each time three more squeaks.
“I must be going crazy... so you ... do not understand me at all but you understand the word meat?!”
Dial answered as expected with three more squeaks.
Rosie was spooked and backed away from the cage frightened. The coyote had learned to bark with his own name but it seemed to know very well what meat was... you can train a dog to sit after all but it was impossible. As Dial saw her backing up and smelt fear on her he felt bad. He must have upset her badly. She walked off and he dropped the ball and stood there in disbelief
“NOO COME BACK PLEASE” he wanted to cry but only a coyote howl of sorrow came out. She paused and turned around and looked at him. he was pressed up against the fence begging for her to return. She inched back towards the fence and then turned around and walked off.
Dial passed in his cage, his emotion ran wild... he was sad angry heartbroken though he was hopeful and happy he has finally got her attention big time. Ten minutes passed that felt like ten days then he heard the door shut on the building down the ranch. He heard her returning and would already have smelt her if not for being upwind of her. She approached the cage door cautiously yet still closed it tight. Then she entered the interior door. She was very timid and scared so Dial toned down his confused emotions and acted calm again for her behalf. First he approached her and when he sensed it was ok to be next to her he rushed up happy and brushed against her. He had never done that before. He had wanted to but never was able to. He then rubbed affectionately all over her. Licked her face a little till she pushed him off and he sat there wagging but her serious scared tone and face made him stop wagging. He was confused but decided it best he calm down and concentrate.. she wanted something of him.
“I must be going crazy...this is impossible...maybe you can understand more than I am willing to give you credit for. You just need to learn. They teach this with crows and other speaking birds. It does not work well with dogs due to the color limitations. If I am right you don’t have a clue what I am saying but let’s see how smart you are. I am suspecting you are a wild coyote after all but just the most intelligent one I’ve ever seen. You can learn. But I have a few tests for you”.
Dial watched as she revealed a white ball and a red ball. He was not entirely colorblind but colors were dull almost like a human’s vision at night. His vision at night detected a wide array of grey scale that helped he see things in the dark and see a lot farther. Humans had the same effect with colors. Yet he knew they looked different. At first he thought she was offering him food but knew it better to wait and see what she may want. She held a bal in each hand. With one hand open and one hand closed she started to train him.
“Red” she stated as the red ball was shown. “White” she stated as the white ball was shown. Within five tries coyote started to primitively look at the hand with the color before she spoke it.
“Astonishing... but let’s just see if you are memorizing a pattern or not”.
She then took the red and white ball and switched hands. She started off with a rotating pattern. And he followed correctly. Then she gave him two reds in a row. At first he looked at the wrong hand but corrected his vision.
“AH HA I SEE!” he made a chirr sound of satisfaction.
Neither spoke the others language but coyote could learn to understand hers as it was very specific unlike body language and sounds a coyote makes. Soon whatever color she said he would know just which ball to point to. Next she took out two cubes one was red one was white. Even though the objects were different Dial understood now what red and white meant. It did not mean tiny or the object but the color. This was confirmed to him when he mastered the cubes and she tried with a cube and a sphere. Now he knew for certain that the words red and white meant the colors. Next she took out multiple different shapes toys of red white and green. There were twelve of them in total. Three colors a cube a sphere a triangular pyramid and a long flattened rectangle.
Dial stared at the array of color full things and wondered what this next text would be, it seemed so much more complex. He worried if he did not understand she would deem him stupid and give up trying to teach him words.
“Now this one is a bit trickier. But for a trickster like you it should be no problem. Now there are four colors here and four shapes. I want you to put the red and white on different sides”
Dial only understood the words red and white so far he looked at it confused. She realized she may need to demonstrate. She pointed at the objects and he figured out she wanted him to watch her. She picked up only the red and placed them on her right side. She picked up only the white and placed them on her left side. She left the green ones alone. Then she picked them all up and re mixed them. She then waited. When he realized the demonstration was over he hesitated. Without needing to be told red and white he picked up the white and copied her, and then the red.
“BRAVO!” she said excited. “I have worked with mentally challenged, and brain damaged individuals. I have had to do very simple cognitive tests before. You pass with gold stars. This is amazing! Not to say you are mentally challenged but you seem to have a high intelligence and want to learn. I think you understand the logic but simply need to know the words. This may take awhile but I think I can teach you to understand English”
Dial knew nothing of what she just said and stared she then clapped and he got a bit timid at the loud sound and action... For a moment he thought he was in danger. Those dam animal instincts again. But he trusted her and she chuckled and apologized and then coaxed him in for a rub on the head. He understood that the clapping was a good thing but he preferred the head rub. His head was very itchy anyways.
Soon he learned the color green and the names of all the shapes and became an expert at sorting. She then brought out a new thing which had 12 holes and showed him how each of the blocks fit into the holes. He did that expertly. She then tried writing in the dirt a word and he was able to use his Claw to emulate what he saw roughly.
By the time it got dark coyote had learned over 100 words and many other new things but still was very unsure. He was a coyote after all and could not speak but Rosie had the foresight to teach him something useful. Yes and no. She pointed to the red sphere and said red, then the white and said white. Then she Point to the red and said white. Dial almost fell for it then tilted his head.
“Correct, this is not white it is red” then she simplified it to “no white” then eventually “no red” for the white sphere. This was tricky as she was trying to deceive him he thought. But then he understood that the word before the color he had learned confirmed or denied. Soon he learned yes and no. Yes meant it was red, no meant it was not red.
“Brilliant! I hope you remember all this and do not forget by tomorrow. Oh crap... how do I explain this to my husband David?!” I don’t know if I should just show him, I don’t know how he would react”
Dial had learned the names of many things, as well as a few names each thing had such as red, sphere, wood. Dirt, ground, earth, soil, brown. Though the things described lacked imagination because an animal pen does not have much inside. She then turned to him and taught him human body language to see if he could emulate it.
“Yes”, she shook her head up and down. “No” she shook her head left and right. Then did some practice again with the block toys and he learned to add the head motions into the game. When he learned that a bit of fear crept back into her. By now she had become far to excited at this impossible animal. And it seemed gentle and harmless to her even if it was once wild. It wanted to learn, what she did not understand was why. He wanted to ask them to let him go free. Though he had grown fond of them and may stick around so long as he was not confined to a pen.
Now she was able to ask him things and simply needed to increase his vocabulary. It still seemed like he was just a well trained pet but she knew he had miles of potential. He had shown it with his sharp and fast cognitive skills. He always was quick to make a choice he just needed to be taught what to do first. She had no idea his intelligence was now that of a young child. His instincts and young adult body of a coyote of course made him mature. But his mind was simple and needed time to grow but would with knowledge.
“I think it is best we keep this a secret, I guess I am still talking to myself when I say this. If you grow more you may learn to understand a lot of what I am saying someday soon. David will find out eventually but its best we help teach you as much as we can before then, or he may not believe your abilities. This is astounding”.
Dial wagged happy and jumped up onto her with his forearms. For a moment she was afraid from the surprise of it. She knew it bad to have a canine do this because they go for the neck but domesticated ones do this for play. She felt no force knocking her back though; just balancing on her gently. For the first time, she realized that Dial was not just an intelligent animal but had complex feelings too.
“Are you...thanking me?”
He had learned the words please and thank you just enough to understand thanking. He nodded his head up and down for yes. She was touched an amazed this was happening. Then realized that he was actually trying to emulate what he had observed her and David do.
“Are you hugging me?”
Dial was confused and did not understand. He simply squeezed gently around her and softly rested his long neck against the side of her head. A coyote can be quite tall on two legs. He attempted to lower his arms to her waist and used his neck to lean. She dug in her balance to not fall over. Then he looked her in the eye affectionately and blindly found his arms and squeezed at her waist as best as he could. Before losing his balance and falling back to four legs.
He half expected her to laugh at the spectacle and felt a bit embarrassed. Though he felt the message was received when she stared at him and reached down to him. She then wrapped her whole body around his four legged form and he squeaked surprised but did not flee as his gut told him. He stood there and endured it.
“So this is a hugging?” he thought to himself. As he stood there and chirred happy as she squeezed around him lovingly and started to cry. He whimpered to the tears
“Do not worry coyote you have not made me sad you have made me happy”
He did not understand what she said but the smile on her face was happy so he got the general message though he thought human beings are so conflicted and confusing. Though he was glad he brought a smile to her face.
Dial Coyote: Ch2 (Colorblind)
The next day the man came to feed him not the woman. He was suspicious of him after he had yelled. Though now Dial, worried he did something to the woman. He hoped that since both seemed kind this was not the case. It was only when she was gone that Dial realized how much he missed her and wanted her. A week passed and then He saw her walking around feeding the other animals and not him. He Yipped and barked fondly at her to get her to return but she only would wave at him and continue her duties. He had seen her do this daily but never had been ignored. A month passed and finally she came by his pen. He whimpered and licked at her through the holes in the fence.
“Awe poor thing, I see you have missed me. Seems my heart is not the only one breaking while we are apart” she said jokingly though Dial still was clueless at what she was saying.
She could tell Dial was deeply concerned and confused and lonely without her and she ran her fingers into the pen with trust and he gently licked at them.
“I have to be careful that David does not see me do this or I may be fired. He almost did last month but I argued that I am the only one that can do my job for the wages he pays. Any professional would demand double salary and be less forgiving about the hard jobs I do. He needs me and he knows it.”
Dial did not know or care what she was saying he waged vigorously and whined happy to see her. He rubbed his entire body against the fence. He had tried this before as a means to get rid of itches. He was getting sick of his cage but there were hidden perks.
“You really did miss me didn’t you? All this time David convinced me you were wild and dangerous. You are a bit softy aren’t you Mr Coyote? David knows I know what I am doing and trusts me to go into the pens to feed the animals. The animals know I bring the food and most are too timid to get close. A few more friendly ones do but we trust them enough, just don’t turn our backs on them. You are an enigma as you clearly are wild yet seem to have quickly socialized to humans as if you have been trained your entire life. We wonder what kind of an adventurous past you once had. At any rate, David punished me with grounding my extended privileges. Gave me all the safe boring and hard jobs and limited my contact with the animals for awhile. I have not argued and followed his rules, though it pisses me off to be treated like an intern.”
Dial was lost in the feeling of fingers in his fur even through a fence. He really liked being touched and scratched; he started to Chirr loudly in bliss. Which is sort of like a purring sound, for a coyote to make when amused.
“I will not be able to go in the pen with you for awhile yet though he may let me soon if he supervises for safety. Not even to feed you. I told David it is my own risk I know it and will sign a waiver. He says it does not matter if he allows the risk and something bad happens the city could shut the sanctuary down. You seem healthy now and David is pushing to put you into a zoo. I am quite fond of you so I am trying to persuade him to find somewhere local so I can visit you.”
Even if Dial understood most of that he would have not understood the ramifications. He was blissfully unaware. To his surprise she reached into her pocket and pulled out a ball. He had never seen one before. He had some toys to chew on but never a ball. This was a Kong toy specially made for tough canine jaws and not as fragile or able to chock on like a tennis ball when shredded. It was even non toxic, and made a fun squawk when bitten.
“SQUEAK!” the ball made. Dial jumped back. Surprised and stared at it.
“SQUEAK SQUEAK”, Dial jumped left and right and panted excited. Something about that sound went deep to his core. He was unsure what. He could not read the word “rabbit squeak” on its side. Nor would he think rabbits squeaked. They screamed a lot like a coyote. Not quite as elegantly as the wolves of the enclosure did.
“SQUEAK SQUAK”, his blood raced with excitement and his primal nature spoke only one word...prey.
She threw the ball highly into the enclosure and it bounced on the ground squeaking once or twice before Dial ran up and grabbed it. He then chewed on it and found it tougher. Partly disappointed it was not meat and bloody but he recognized the rubber taste as that of his toys and knew not to try and eat it. It was delightful and he could not help but squeak it.
“I thought you might like that one because of the rabbit squeak. You enjoy that for awhile buddy. I have a few more chores to do then I can sneak in and say hi. David is sick today and won’t find out.”
Dial was too preoccupied with his new toy to notice her departure. He looked up and timidly looked around for her like a child looking for its mother and then circled a few times and picked up his toy and lost himself in it for a few hours more. Dial then got a brilliant plan. He had tried many things to get their attention and almost gave up when he was devoid of his Rosie for a whole month. Dial had a master plan and today was his best chance to pull it off.
It was mid day now and that meant lunch time. Rosie came by to eat around Dial and talked to him. All the while he was squeaking his ball. He was waiting for a chance and soon found it. She offered him some meat from her sandwich. He squeaked the ball three times. She offered it again and he squeaked three times.
“What’s the matter, more interested in your ball than some free meat?”
Again he answered the word meat with three squeaks. She took just enough notice to this odd behaviour but thought little of it. Then Dial walked down the fence to where the meat bucket was resting behind. He stopped and reached his arm through the mesh as far as he could. Then aimed it directly at the meat and squeaked the ball three times.
Rosie nearly dropped her sand witch in shock, “wait what?” She stood up and slowly crept over to the coyote with the fence dividing them. “You cannot possibly be pointing to the bucket of meat are you?”
Three squeaks again with the ball. It may happen if a wolf or coyote tries to grab something outside of his pen but it is very strange for him to reach for something like a human might and do so at the mere mention of a word he knows means the bucket. He may think food bucket and meat are the same word but he figured out meat meant bucket of tasty meat to eat. She offered him meat and he let her know he understood the word.
“COME ON COME ON.” Dial thought to himself with high hopes, “I am making this easy you got to understand me now”
A squeak of a ball is harder to dismiss than random coyote sounds, even barking at your own name. Three squeaks for meat and pointing to it... if this did not work Dial may give up altogether. He knew not of Rosie’s punishment or David’s sick day. He sensed now was the right time. She had come to socialize after a month; he was simply impatient but somewhere inside it is as if intuition told him.
“You do not want my meat”
“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!”
“You want that meat?!”
“Squeak! squeak! Squeak!”
Feeling her imagination was getting away with her she ignored the weird impossible notion for a moment and simply grabbed a chunk of meat and tossed it into the pen. Dial rushed up to it but refused to eat it. He waited. His nose fixed on the ball. It was like a trick you teach a dog to hold a treat on its nose until allowed to eat it. Rosie almost brushed it off and walked off as she started to giggle.
“Ok now you have your meat I hope you are happy”
“Squeak squeak squeak”
She stood flabbergasted as she watched the coyote stare at the meat and not eat it. He was using the ball to get her attention. For many times in a row he was squeaking it on queue and exactly three times. She struggled for a moment then tried to form words that made sense.
“...you...don’t want...your ...meat?”
“Squeak squeak squeak”
“Are you sure you do not want it...”
~silence~
“Do you understand what I am saying right now...” she whispered so low only a coyote could hear her words. But he again waited and was silent, his eyes switching between her and the meat as if trying to indicate what he wanted her to say.
“Ok... so you do not understand me. God I thought I was going crazy...”
Dial stood and waited, he knew he had to be patient, stay trained and keep her attention on him.
“Is there something wrong with your meat?”
“Squeak squeak squeak”
“Is that a yes?”
~silence~
“Is that a no?”
~silence~
“What are you up to what is wrong with you what do you want with me”
Dial jumped the gun and squeaked thinking she was about to say meat, not me”.
“Squeak”
“Wait... you squeaked only once that time?!”
Dial shook his head frustrated as he realized his own error then regained his composure. This time he used his paws to point at the meat on the ground as if to shout to her...
“WHAT IS THIS TELL ME WHAT IT IS!”
She stared at him then looked at the meat itself and said
“Me...”
Dial half squeaked the ball and relaxed. What a tease.
“M... m....meat...”
Three squeaks of the ball. Then she said the word three times more each time three more squeaks.
“I must be going crazy... so you ... do not understand me at all but you understand the word meat?!”
Dial answered as expected with three more squeaks.
Rosie was spooked and backed away from the cage frightened. The coyote had learned to bark with his own name but it seemed to know very well what meat was... you can train a dog to sit after all but it was impossible. As Dial saw her backing up and smelt fear on her he felt bad. He must have upset her badly. She walked off and he dropped the ball and stood there in disbelief
“NOO COME BACK PLEASE” he wanted to cry but only a coyote howl of sorrow came out. She paused and turned around and looked at him. he was pressed up against the fence begging for her to return. She inched back towards the fence and then turned around and walked off.
Dial passed in his cage, his emotion ran wild... he was sad angry heartbroken though he was hopeful and happy he has finally got her attention big time. Ten minutes passed that felt like ten days then he heard the door shut on the building down the ranch. He heard her returning and would already have smelt her if not for being upwind of her. She approached the cage door cautiously yet still closed it tight. Then she entered the interior door. She was very timid and scared so Dial toned down his confused emotions and acted calm again for her behalf. First he approached her and when he sensed it was ok to be next to her he rushed up happy and brushed against her. He had never done that before. He had wanted to but never was able to. He then rubbed affectionately all over her. Licked her face a little till she pushed him off and he sat there wagging but her serious scared tone and face made him stop wagging. He was confused but decided it best he calm down and concentrate.. she wanted something of him.
“I must be going crazy...this is impossible...maybe you can understand more than I am willing to give you credit for. You just need to learn. They teach this with crows and other speaking birds. It does not work well with dogs due to the color limitations. If I am right you don’t have a clue what I am saying but let’s see how smart you are. I am suspecting you are a wild coyote after all but just the most intelligent one I’ve ever seen. You can learn. But I have a few tests for you”.
Dial watched as she revealed a white ball and a red ball. He was not entirely colorblind but colors were dull almost like a human’s vision at night. His vision at night detected a wide array of grey scale that helped he see things in the dark and see a lot farther. Humans had the same effect with colors. Yet he knew they looked different. At first he thought she was offering him food but knew it better to wait and see what she may want. She held a bal in each hand. With one hand open and one hand closed she started to train him.
“Red” she stated as the red ball was shown. “White” she stated as the white ball was shown. Within five tries coyote started to primitively look at the hand with the color before she spoke it.
“Astonishing... but let’s just see if you are memorizing a pattern or not”.
She then took the red and white ball and switched hands. She started off with a rotating pattern. And he followed correctly. Then she gave him two reds in a row. At first he looked at the wrong hand but corrected his vision.
“AH HA I SEE!” he made a chirr sound of satisfaction.
Neither spoke the others language but coyote could learn to understand hers as it was very specific unlike body language and sounds a coyote makes. Soon whatever color she said he would know just which ball to point to. Next she took out two cubes one was red one was white. Even though the objects were different Dial understood now what red and white meant. It did not mean tiny or the object but the color. This was confirmed to him when he mastered the cubes and she tried with a cube and a sphere. Now he knew for certain that the words red and white meant the colors. Next she took out multiple different shapes toys of red white and green. There were twelve of them in total. Three colors a cube a sphere a triangular pyramid and a long flattened rectangle.
Dial stared at the array of color full things and wondered what this next text would be, it seemed so much more complex. He worried if he did not understand she would deem him stupid and give up trying to teach him words.
“Now this one is a bit trickier. But for a trickster like you it should be no problem. Now there are four colors here and four shapes. I want you to put the red and white on different sides”
Dial only understood the words red and white so far he looked at it confused. She realized she may need to demonstrate. She pointed at the objects and he figured out she wanted him to watch her. She picked up only the red and placed them on her right side. She picked up only the white and placed them on her left side. She left the green ones alone. Then she picked them all up and re mixed them. She then waited. When he realized the demonstration was over he hesitated. Without needing to be told red and white he picked up the white and copied her, and then the red.
“BRAVO!” she said excited. “I have worked with mentally challenged, and brain damaged individuals. I have had to do very simple cognitive tests before. You pass with gold stars. This is amazing! Not to say you are mentally challenged but you seem to have a high intelligence and want to learn. I think you understand the logic but simply need to know the words. This may take awhile but I think I can teach you to understand English”
Dial knew nothing of what she just said and stared she then clapped and he got a bit timid at the loud sound and action... For a moment he thought he was in danger. Those dam animal instincts again. But he trusted her and she chuckled and apologized and then coaxed him in for a rub on the head. He understood that the clapping was a good thing but he preferred the head rub. His head was very itchy anyways.
Soon he learned the color green and the names of all the shapes and became an expert at sorting. She then brought out a new thing which had 12 holes and showed him how each of the blocks fit into the holes. He did that expertly. She then tried writing in the dirt a word and he was able to use his Claw to emulate what he saw roughly.
By the time it got dark coyote had learned over 100 words and many other new things but still was very unsure. He was a coyote after all and could not speak but Rosie had the foresight to teach him something useful. Yes and no. She pointed to the red sphere and said red, then the white and said white. Then she Point to the red and said white. Dial almost fell for it then tilted his head.
“Correct, this is not white it is red” then she simplified it to “no white” then eventually “no red” for the white sphere. This was tricky as she was trying to deceive him he thought. But then he understood that the word before the color he had learned confirmed or denied. Soon he learned yes and no. Yes meant it was red, no meant it was not red.
“Brilliant! I hope you remember all this and do not forget by tomorrow. Oh crap... how do I explain this to my husband David?!” I don’t know if I should just show him, I don’t know how he would react”
Dial had learned the names of many things, as well as a few names each thing had such as red, sphere, wood. Dirt, ground, earth, soil, brown. Though the things described lacked imagination because an animal pen does not have much inside. She then turned to him and taught him human body language to see if he could emulate it.
“Yes”, she shook her head up and down. “No” she shook her head left and right. Then did some practice again with the block toys and he learned to add the head motions into the game. When he learned that a bit of fear crept back into her. By now she had become far to excited at this impossible animal. And it seemed gentle and harmless to her even if it was once wild. It wanted to learn, what she did not understand was why. He wanted to ask them to let him go free. Though he had grown fond of them and may stick around so long as he was not confined to a pen.
Now she was able to ask him things and simply needed to increase his vocabulary. It still seemed like he was just a well trained pet but she knew he had miles of potential. He had shown it with his sharp and fast cognitive skills. He always was quick to make a choice he just needed to be taught what to do first. She had no idea his intelligence was now that of a young child. His instincts and young adult body of a coyote of course made him mature. But his mind was simple and needed time to grow but would with knowledge.
“I think it is best we keep this a secret, I guess I am still talking to myself when I say this. If you grow more you may learn to understand a lot of what I am saying someday soon. David will find out eventually but its best we help teach you as much as we can before then, or he may not believe your abilities. This is astounding”.
Dial wagged happy and jumped up onto her with his forearms. For a moment she was afraid from the surprise of it. She knew it bad to have a canine do this because they go for the neck but domesticated ones do this for play. She felt no force knocking her back though; just balancing on her gently. For the first time, she realized that Dial was not just an intelligent animal but had complex feelings too.
“Are you...thanking me?”
He had learned the words please and thank you just enough to understand thanking. He nodded his head up and down for yes. She was touched an amazed this was happening. Then realized that he was actually trying to emulate what he had observed her and David do.
“Are you hugging me?”
Dial was confused and did not understand. He simply squeezed gently around her and softly rested his long neck against the side of her head. A coyote can be quite tall on two legs. He attempted to lower his arms to her waist and used his neck to lean. She dug in her balance to not fall over. Then he looked her in the eye affectionately and blindly found his arms and squeezed at her waist as best as he could. Before losing his balance and falling back to four legs.
He half expected her to laugh at the spectacle and felt a bit embarrassed. Though he felt the message was received when she stared at him and reached down to him. She then wrapped her whole body around his four legged form and he squeaked surprised but did not flee as his gut told him. He stood there and endured it.
“So this is a hugging?” he thought to himself. As he stood there and chirred happy as she squeezed around him lovingly and started to cry. He whimpered to the tears
“Do not worry coyote you have not made me sad you have made me happy”
He did not understand what she said but the smile on her face was happy so he got the general message though he thought human beings are so conflicted and confusing. Though he was glad he brought a smile to her face.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Coyote
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