He was skinny, balding and had been hunched over at the side of the road for months.
His skin looked almost scaly, and his tail was pointy and shriveled. What was left of his black fur stood straight up on his neck and back in disheveled tangles.
He hadn’t eaten in what must have been weeks, and he was barely able to walk. No one knew anything else about the strange creature except that he had been limping around a Madera Ranchos, California, orchard for a long time.