Coyote was going along the road. He had eaten a big meal before he entered the cave with Old Wolf, and in his supressed fear, his bowels had churned and churned in the cave. As he walked out a small silent fart crept out of his asshole. Coyote smelled it, and wanting to appear brave to anyone who might be watching from the distance, growled and turned quickly and barked "who is there?" No one answered, but another small fart slipped out. "Who is there?" he yipped again, as he turned in a full circle. The farts were escaping fast now, and Coyote chased and chased them in circles until he finally was fast enough to bite his entire asshole and pull it loose from his body.

As he stood there with his bowels hanging of his body, Coyote thought "This might be one of the disguises Old Wolf spoke of. But to be sure, I should keep track of him, not let him out of my sight," so he told his asshole "You walk right beside me where I can see you and hear you as we walk," and Coyote started again down the road, pleased to have outsmarted Old Wolf while his asshole dragged in the dirt.