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An Easterner came into a cow town, galloped up and down the street howling and firing his six-shooter, and marched into a saloon chanting a boast he had recently heard.
Just then the marshal, who had been sitting quietly at a table, arose and addressed him.
»So you are a wolf, are you?«
»Yes, I´m a wolf.«
»Well, what kind of a wolf are you?«
»Oh, me? I´m just a little old coyote.«
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