When Coyote witnessed the Creator making this world he thought I will make a world like that for myself
And so he formed a copy of every living thing from the mud from the branches and detritus that he gathered there on the banks of the Columbia River
But all of his carefully wrought figures elk and deer fish that sparkle in the shallows black bear who hides from two-leggeds the wings of the air who mingle with the leaves and branches of the forest all melted back into the mud of the riverbank at the next rain
Undeterred Coyote set out on a quest
He found a new country a pleasant land of vast expanse with every manner of good things
When Coyote came into this country his hunger was greater than myth sharp as the edge of a knife
And there he spied Crow on a high cliff with a mouth full of deer fat
A plan quickly formed in the caverns of his cunning
Coyote called out Chief Crow I am told that your voice is as sweet as spring water as pleasing as a woman in the night
Sing for me Great Chief and I will reward you richly
Crow is a vain creature and being called Chief gave him great pleasure
He preened opened his silver wings to the sun and sang his rough song but in a muted tone in order to save his delicious morsel
Coyote called out again Oh Chief! That wasn't much. not like the stories I have been told. Please sing your song again with feeling!
Crow rose to his full height ****** his sharp beak into the air and gave full voice to his raucous song for the sake of every crow on earth
We know the end of this tale because Coyote taught it to our ancestors
The deer fat fell to the ground and Coyote trickster scarfed it in an instant
Hunger dampened he ambled along the well-beaten path to find the next fool
And that is the story of Coyote and Crow. Keep your pride in check or be the next one laid low.
This is roughly based on a traditional tale of the Yakama Nation, a people whose reservation is not too far up the river from here.