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Video of Wily Coyote on Road Last Night

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Fox was the only living man. There was no earth. The water was everywhere. “What shall I do,” Fox asked himself. He began to sing in order to find out.

   “I would like to meet somebody,” he sang to the sky.

   Then he met Coyote.

   “I thought I was going to meet someone,” Fox said.

   “Where are you going?” Coyote asked.

   “I’ve been wandering all over trying to find someone. I was worried there for a while.”

   “Well it’s better for two people to go together… that’s what they always say.”

   “O.K.. But what will we do?”

   “I don’t know.”

   “I got it! Let’s try to make the world.”

   “And how are we going to do that?” Coyote asked.

   “Sing!” said Fox.

   -Jaime de Angulo, Coyote Man & Old Doctor Loon

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Beware, White Man…

“Beware, white man, of playing with magic of the primitive. 

It may be strong medicine.

It may kill you.

Ye, sons and daughters, foster children of the cities, if ye would go to the wilderness in search of your Mother, be careful and circumspect, lest she lure you into her secret places, whence ye may not come back.”

-Jaime de Angulo, The Lariat

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