Once upon a time, the coyote was walking through the land and he stopped to rest on a rock.
He noticed the rock felt very cold, and he felt pity for that poor rock and put his blanket over the rock so it wouldn't be so cold.
He resumed his travel, but when the night fell, he felt the cruel chill himself, and he decided to recover the blanket. He went back to the rock and took it, but as he left, the rock, in its anger, moved the the whole hillside and rocks started falling down the slope.
The coyote was squashed by the boulders.
A white man found his body, as flat as a rug, and took it to his home where he put it on the floor as a rug.
Some time passed, and one day, the trickster coyote suddently came back to life and went right out the door.
I heard this story this morning and I wanted to transcribe it from memory before I forget it.
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