At first, he felt powerful. His fur stood on end. He could see the wind. He could count the bones in his own tail.
He had already stolen fire from the Fire People, tucking a burning coal into a hollow reed and racing across the plains until the smoke made him sneeze and sparks flew into the pine trees. That trick worked so well, he thought, why not try again? Coyote-s Tale. Fire Water
Coyote stared at his reflection. The creature in the water was old, tired, and wearing a fool’s expression. For once, he had nothing clever to say. Some say Coyote learned his lesson that day. They say he never touched fire water again. At first, he felt powerful