One day I was taking a walk in a pine groove in Enterprise, Alabama. The deep green smell of the trees and my idle plucking of pine needles from low hanging branches suddenly sent me back to childhood, when I use to gather pine needles and stick them in my clothes, pretending to be a porcupine. Just as quickly, I was jolted back to adulthood by a noise in the trees. I saw what I thought was a pair of coyotes watching impassively as I unconsciously pushed needles though my shirt. Odd I thought to myself, coyotes are not common in this area at all. This peculiar moment gave me such an eerie feeling that I picked a handful of pine needles, shook them at the coyotes, and christened them my “porky pined coyotes”.