But at the last minute we received the disappointing news. It was merely a coyote. I was not sure what I was gonna do with the suppurating remains of a dead canid, but somehow I would have managed to get it back to England: after all, Richard had brought human bones and dried scat back through Moscow airport. Surely the honour of the CFZ was at stake if I could do no better.
But it wasn't to be.
I hope that we shall have better luck next time. In the meantime, here is the best song ever written about my favourite city - San Antonio.