Soon after, the second sister waddled into the tunnel.  She was careful not to let the cobwebs catch in her jewelry.

Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch, Jilly jangled her way along.

"Who's that scritch, scratchin through my tunnel?" growled the coyote.

"It's just me, Jilly Armadilly Tuff," the middle sister replied.

"Come closer," the coyote demanded.