Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Tales of Coyote: The Crotch-Kicking Contest
Well, old man Coyote was out hunting one day and, as usual, not having much luck.
Suddenly, a nice fat duck falls down dead out of the sky and whump! lands right at his feet. Sweet, thinks Coyote, and picks up the duck. He hasn't gone very far before he runs into Wolf.
That's my duck you've got there, says Wolf.
It fell at my feet, says Coyote.
Yeah, but that's my arrow through it, says Wolf.
It landed in my territory, says Coyote.
Yeah, but I shot it in mine, says Wolf.
Tell you what, says Coyote. Let's have a contest. We'll kick each other in the nuts, and whoever's still standing at the end, gets the duck.
Fair enough, says Wolf.
Great, I'll go first, says Coyote, and he hauls off and thunk! plants him a good, solid one, right where it hurts.
Well, Wolf, he lets out a howl like you've never heard before. First he turns white, then he turns red, then he turns blue. But he's still standing.
My turn now, says Wolf.
Coyote tosses down the duck at his feet.
You win, he says, and scarpers off.
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