BS: Coyote's Laughter

Subject: RE: BS: Coyote's Laughter
From: GUEST,track stars senor wences
Date: 18 Aug 04 - 09:10 PM

Subject: RE: BS: Coyote's Laughter
From: michaelr
Date: 18 Aug 04 - 07:53 PM

No regrets, Coyote -- I'll just get up off a ways.

Joni Mitchell

Subject: RE: BS: Coyote's Laughter
From: GUEST,trickster's amanuensis
Date: 18 Aug 04 - 01:20 AM

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.

Subject: RE: BS: Coyote's Laughter
From: Lonesome EJ
Date: 18 Aug 04 - 01:02 AM

Coyote had lost patience with the other animals. They all made fun of the way he twittered and yelped when he was nervous, and how he walked off of cliff edges rather than admit he had taken a wrong turn. Since he had the best interests of all the other animals at heart, he felt that their actions were a betrayal. He went to old Wolf, who was lying in his cave nursing his sick heart. Old Wolf was wiser than Coyote even though Coyote never had really trusted him, but now he wanted some advice. Old Wolf said "don't worry Coyote. The Great Spirit will tell you what to do. I will seat you in the cave, extinguish the torches which light it, and leave. Sit patiently, and the Great Spirit may come to you!" This was done and Coyote sat for a while in the dark. He soon grew frightened because he could hear strange noises in the cave, and he thought that demons might be stalking him. He had always worn the cloak and headdress of a warrior to appear brave, but in fact he was quite cowardly in his heart.

Soon a low voice swelled up in the cave. "Coyote! Little Brother!" the Voice rumbled. "Be not afraid, but from now on do what old Wolf commands, for he shall be me in disguise. Fear, who is invisible but even now sits beside you, shall be your ally. Fear and old Wolf will help subdue all the animals.The more Fear works upon them, the more your howling and yelping will seem appropriate. Soon those who love you most will begin to yelp and howl just like you, and every time you walk off a cliff, you will have lots of company."

Coyote was happy. Full of his new purpose, he trotted out of the cave.

Subject: RE: BS: Coyote's Laughter
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 17 Aug 04 - 06:05 PM

Trickster stories are typcially short, full of sex and violence and social taboos. So this one about covers it. And it is conveniently topical, since I perceive that this coyote's name is Bush.

SRS

Subject: RE: BS: Coyote's Laughter
From: GUEST,trickster's amanuensis
Date: 17 Aug 04 - 01:38 PM

Coyote thought back to his early days in the company, and how he tricked his competitors to get ahead. He sent forged messages, luring them into old buildings and mine shafts where he then blasted them out of existence or saw them buried alive. His assistant started whisper campaigns again and again--and the fools never quite caught on in time! Once he'd won, it was too late, and the trick was never reported. The elixer of power was so heady, so inescapable, that Coyote stood in the window above the city, cock in hand, and blasted a splat onto the glass and slowly dribbled down onto the sill. Someone else would clean up this mess, also.

His assistant, the dark and surly Wolverine, entered the room a moment later. . .

Subject: RE: BS: Coyote's Laughter
From: GUEST,Orc Commander
Date: 17 Aug 04 - 01:14 PM

As the unstoppable hosts of Mauron marshall their forces on yet another distant foreign border and make ready to unleash the dogs of war....

They wait restlessly for the command to be given! Oh, the glory of our dull black metal wings, our treaded behemoths, our clever, whispering smart weapons. None shall gainsay us the Victory!

Subject: BS: Coyote's Laughter
From: Amergin
Date: 17 Aug 04 - 12:15 PM

Coyote sits behind his desk, pen twirling in his fingers, bored and anxiously waiting for his assistant to come through the doors. He raises his head and stares emptily at the curving walls, thinking of the time he first stepped into this room. Then it was his father sitting behind this desk. Then men and women were always running in and out of this office, mostly unasked for. "Ha!" He showed his father! Everyone knows not to bother him with the inane details and repetetive memorandums! No one dares to come see him unsummoned!
He lays the pen back down upon his desk and rises from his chair. He walks around his office, gently pacing the circumference of the bald eagle painted on the floor, in the center of the room, fingers lightly brushing against the walls.
He smiles inwardly and laughs to himself as he glories in his ill gotten power, soon the very walls are shaking with his laughter. Oh, he showed them all! They all thought him a failure, but here he is in the very heart, the very soul of this land, ruling over them all! Here he is, the brain of this country thinking and controlling every aspect of life between the two oceans. He raises his hand and combs back his hair, brushing it gently with his fingers, not noticing the strands of thread trailing from his arm, leading to the shadows, where an unknown, unnamed, and unseen puppetmaster toggles the threads making him dance to his own tune. Coyote laughs once more.

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