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“I feel like I gave birth to one,” groaned Coyote.

He stumbled into Badger’s den and declared himself Chief of Everything.

That was the first lesson of fire water: it burns twice. Once going down. Once when you wake up. Coyote crawled to the river at dawn. His head felt like a drum someone had beaten all night. His eyes were red as embers. A crow landed nearby and laughed—a rusty, knowing sound.

And sometimes, that’s the only kind of redemption a trickster gets. What’s your take—does Coyote deserve forgiveness, or just better judgment? Drop a thought in the comments. 🐺🔥 Coyote-s Tale. Fire Water

Because Coyote is a trickster, and tricksters don’t do never . They just get better at pretending they’ve learned. In Indigenous oral traditions, “fire water” is an old metaphor for alcohol—something that gives a false warmth, then takes more than it gives. The Coyote tales aren’t warnings in the strict sense; they’re mirrors . Coyote is the part of us that knows better and does it anyway.

Finally, on the fourth morning, Coyote buried the gourd and sang a quiet song: “I stole the flame for warmth and light. I stole the water to feel bright. But fire in the belly burns the soul. And too much bright will leave you coal.” Then he walked away, limping a little, and never stole fire water again.

“That,” he said to no one, “is fire water .” The People of the Sweet Springs kept the fire water in clay jars sealed with pine pitch. They said it was not for drinking—not really. It was for visions. For ceremonies. For speaking to the Grandfathers who lived beyond the Milky Way. “I feel like I gave birth to one,” groaned Coyote

“I’m enlightened ,” slurred Coyote, and promptly fell into the cooking fire.

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.

Not for rabbit. Not for roots.

He waited until the Moon ducked behind a cloud. Then he crept into the village, stole a gourd, and lapped up the fire water until his belly swelled like a toad’s throat.

In the old days—before the rivers learned to bend, and when the stars still whispered secrets to the wind—Coyote was hungry.

That’s a lie.

“Ha!” he howled. “I am the smartest creature in all directions!”

Then the fire water began to work . The world tilted. The stars melted into puddles. Coyote tried to walk north, but his feet insisted on spirals. He tried to speak, but his tongue turned into a wet snake.

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