by Alan Nafzger & Lilly Tabbytite (Comanche)
When the Mouse Girls were down on the beach, they discovered a ringed seal. A coyote saw it from a distance and ran over to investigate. The Mouse Girls hurriedly attempted to bury the seal in the sand.
"What do you have there?" Coyote inquired.
"It's a stick."
"It's got eyes."
"It's a stick with eyes on it."
"It's got flippers."
"It looks like a stick with flippers."
"It's got whiskers."
"It's a whiskered stick."
Coyote grew tired of arguing with them and pushed them aside. He took the ringed seal and returned home with it. His wife skinned it, storing some of it and cooking the rest for dinner. There was still some in the pot when they went to bed.
The Mouse Girls broke into Coyote's lodge that night and ate what was left of the seal. They then poop in the pot.
The next morning, Coyote rolled over and asked his wife for some of the leftover seal. She was half asleep when she reached in and discovered nothing but excrement. "Look at this!" Look at what those Mouse Girls have accomplished! Look at this shambles. "
Coyote was enraged. "Give me my bow and arrows," he said to his wife. He was on his way to find the Mouse Girls. However, she only gave him a small stick and his son's bow. The Coyote discovered the Mouse Girls near the beach and ran up to them, tucking the stick into his bow. The Mouse Girls huddled together, shuddering and pretending to be terrified. "Oh, grandfather, we're sorry," they apologized. "We will not do that again." "Please allow us to humiliate you."
He was afraid he had scared his granddaughters too much, so he let them mock him. He eventually fell asleep. The Mouse Girls woke him up by tying a bladder to his buttocks.
"Oh, Grandfather, you should go defecate because your belly is all swollen." This is a good dry spot.
A coyote defecated on the ground, but when he turned around, there was nothing on the ground. When Coyote defecated again, he heard the sound of its landing, but when he turned around, there was nothing on the ground.
Coyote returned home and informed his wife. "Something strange has happened to me. I was defecating not long ago. I could hear it hitting the ground, but when I turned around, there was nothing there. "
"Turn around and let me see," his wife said. "Why, you have a big bladder tied up under your anus." That's the trouble, his wife said when he turned around.
When he heard this, Coyote realized what had happened and summoned his bow and arrows. But his wife only gave him the other items.
Coyote found the Mouse Girls again, and they huddled together in fear when they saw him. "Oh, grandfather, that will never happen again." Please. Allow us to annoy you. You'll feel a lot better. "
"I've scared my little granddaughters," he admitted to himself. "All right," he said to them before lying down.
They started luring him, and he quickly fell asleep. They woke him up by draping red fir tassels over his eyes. "Oh, Grandfather, look at your house over there." Coyote took a look around. "Wait a minute, my house is on fire!" He ran as fast as he could toward the house, yelling for his wife. His wife came running out, not understanding what was wrong with him or why he was jumping all over the place. She then looked Coyote in the eyes.
"Come on over here," she invited. "Fir tassels have been hung from your brows."
I'm going to murder those Mouse Girls. Please give me my bow and arrows. His wife, on the other hand, only gave him the stick and the child's bow.
Coyote tracked down the girls again and was about to shoot them, but they spoke softly and said they'd be fine and asked to louse him. Coyote said it was fine but that he didn't want any tricks.
Coyote sat down and eventually fell asleep. The Mouse Girls tattooed his face and changed his hair all over to make him look like a woman before waking him up. "Grandfather, you appear pale." You should go down to the stream and drink some water."
Coyote went down to the stream, and when he saw his reflection, he thought he saw one of the Caribou people's beautiful women. He instructed her not to move. He told her he was going to marry her right away and that she should wait while he went home, got his things, and returned to live with her.
When Coyote returned home, he gathered everything he owned and piled it all outside his lodge. When he had everything in place, he lifted the load onto his shoulders. It was a massive heap. He was barely visible beneath it.
"Where are you going with all of that?" his wife asked.
"I'm going to live with another woman." "I have met a lovely young Caribou woman, and I intend to marry her."
"Is that why you've painted your face?"
"What exactly do you mean?"
"You did something to your face and flipped your hair around. "You appear to be unattractive."
"You're just envious!" "I'm leaving."
Coyote could barely move under the weight of his belongings, and he staggered down the trail, bumping into trees all the way to the stream. He saw the woman when he looked into the water again. He told her he was going to give her everything he owned, and he started throwing everything he owned into the stream. Some of the items sank, and he was relieved to see her taking them, but others floated away, and he became enraged when he saw this.
"Who do you think you are, throwing my presents away like this?" retorted Coyote, jumping into the stream to get closer to the woman. But as soon as he jumped in, his legs became entangled in the massive pile of items he had thrown in, and his arms became entangled in something, and he drowned.
A coyote washed up on the beach a few days later. Some people came along and resurrected him. They brought him home. You could always find a coyote like that back then.