Coyote and the River

▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯ ▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯ ▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯ Coyote and the River It was late afternoon in the middle of the summer. Coyote had been walking in the sun all day. He was very hot. He wished for a cloud to cool things off. “Cloud!” he cried. “Give me some shade!” Suddenly a cloud appeared. Coyote felt cooler, but not cool enough. “More clouds!” he cried. More clouds came along. “I must have rain!” he said. He felt sprinkles. “More rain!” he cried. The rain became a downpour. “Now I want a creek to put my feet in!” At once, a creek sprang up. Coyote dipped his foot into the cool water. “Deeper! It must be deeper!” Coyote said. The creek became a huge river. The river swirled around him and over him and then took pity on him and spit him out. And that is how the great Columbia River began! ▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯▯ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt!™ Passage provided under license from Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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