A young coati-mundi cannot sit man-fashion like a bear-cub, nor is he as fuzzy as a kitten or as helpless as a puppy, but he has ways of winning to the human heart, past all obstacles.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe
And so it is not of the tropical mammal coati-mundi, nor even of the humorous Kib that I think, but of the soul of him galloping up and down his slanting log, of his little inner ego, which changed from a wild thing to one who would hurl himself from any height or distance into a lap, confident that we would save his neck, welcome him, and waste good time playing the game which he invented, of seeing whether we could touch his little cold snout before he hid it beneath his curved arms.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe
Perhaps some carnivorous creature-wolf, coati, eagle, or vulture-would have devoured them, or they might have been eaten up by the ants.
"Popular Adventure Tales"
Mayne Reid