Picked them up on Arroyo Seco Boulevard—not exactly with shovels, but kind of careful.
Go on, I said, holding the phone tight enough to crack it, give me the punch line.
You guessed it already? The hide alone—I bet we can get fifty cents just for the darn hide!
Together, they hurried toward the dead rabbit, wanting to get there before a red-tailed hawk or a day-owl swooped on it from the gray sky above!