It was another regular day in the desert for Wile E. Coyote, getting battered, bruised, blown up, slammed, smacked...Well you get the point.

A whole day of constant failures, all for the chance to finally devoure the Road Runner, the most (and only) delicious bird in all the dessert.

Anyway it was late in the day and Wile E. was really hungry. His stomach growled and he was having terrible hunger pains. He'd never be able to catch the Road Runner in this state, so he had to resort to his only other form of food in the dessert. The trash people driving by threw out from their cars.

Wile E. always hated this, having to eat half eaten corn dogs, the crumbs at the bottom of chip bags, apple cores. It was a wonder he didn't throw up or get sick from eating so much garbage. But when your only other option is starving, what chocie do you have?

Today Wile E.'s dinner consisted of a half eaten hambuger, a box with five fries in it, a half drunk water bottle, and a almost totally eaten banana.

Wile E. chocked all the nasty food down, a look of pure sorrow on his face. He had tried to nab the one truly yummy thing in the dessert for years with no success.

"Why do I even bother going on?" Wile E. thought as he ate the last bit of the banana

"I try and try, yet I fail constantly. I've waisteted so many good years of my life chasing that bird. Perhaps I should just face facts."

Tears began to role down Wile E.'s cheeks

"I'LL NEVER CATCH THAT STUPID BIRD!" Wile E. cried throwing his hans up in surrender

Yet as he did this the peel of the banana flew out of his hand and onto the road. Then suddenly

"Meep meep," came the sound of the Road Runner zooming along, almost just a pure cloud of smoke zooming toward near where Wile E. was.

Then it happened

The Road Runner noticed Wile E. and decied to stick his tounge out at him as he zoomed by. Yet he failed to notice the banana peel right in front of him. The Road Runners foot slipped on the peel and he crashed onto the rock hard road under him.

Also he had fallen in such a way that he now broken his leg.

Wile E. stood there in disbelief. All the years of Acme products, traps, explosives, plans...

And the thing that stopped the Road Runner was a simple piece of rotted fruit.

Wile E. walked over to the injured bird, who simply looked at the coyote with sad, scared eyes. Then held up a sign saying

"Please, have mercey,"

"Mercey?" Wile E. said. This was the first time the Road Runner ever heard Wile E. talk.

"Mercey? After all the years you tormented me? Sent me off cliffs! Caused me to blow up! You ask for mercey?

Wile E. grabbed the hurt bird by its long neck

"Never," Wile E. said as he opened his mouth as wide as ever, and ate the Road Runner in one bite.

Wile E. swallowed and saw as his stomach expanded, making room for it's new inhabitent.

Wile E. then began to laugh happliy. He was finally full. He rubbed his belly as the Road Runner kicked and struggled inside him, trapped.

"Ah," the coyote said "The sweet taste of victory,"

Yet just then the horrid truth hit Wile E. Their was no more food in the dessert. He would have to g back to eating trash off the road. He had waisted so much of his life for a few seconds of joy.

"No," Wile E. said "Nooooooo! I must find another tasty form of sustinance besides trash,"

Yet of course it wasn't like a tasty meal wold just fall out of the sky. Or was it?

Just then a flying sauser flew down t the ground and landed.

And a strange little man with sneekers, a sparten helmet, and a black round head with only his eyes visible came out. Followed by a green dog.

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