Coyote laughs

John's fingers hovered over the unopened envelope, and he chewed his lip as he read the sender's address.
"California Lottery Commission" he whispered.
His fingers nimbly tore through the thin barrier, and in moments he breathlessly leafed through the contents. A printed check neatly enveloped within looked too tempting to ignore, but he impulsively eyed the official looking print of the letter.
"Congratulations! You are the winner of the jackpot." His eyes crinkled up with joy as he thought of the windfall. He vaguely remembered the jackpot amount as somewhere in the millions of dollars.
With a shout of joy, he turned his attention back to the check. In the little box printed in far corner was the total amount: $2.00.
The corners of his lips tugged downwards as his nostrils flared.
Two dollars...?
He glanced to the paper attached to his winning check. At the top a goodly amount of zeros followed that 2, showing this is was indeed 2 million at one time. That morning in fact, he supposed. To his dismay he saw a terribly long list that mathematically removed all but 2, and every one printed declared itself a fee.
He snorted in amusement, then turned to his refrigerator. He smacked the check, with the fee list still attached, to the cold metal. He found a lonely magnet in the shape of the letter "c", and tapped it in place.
He could nearly hear a low cackling, as though some old coot had gotten drunk and slid off the porch. He grinned wide.
"C" for coyote. That was a good one, you old trickster." He whispered, and sipped the coffee from from his mug. Sent via Blackhole