Ever since his fall he has been thin, and every evening he goes up to the hilltop and reproaches the star for its harsh treatment.
"I think the evening star might have waited long enough to let him get comfortably on it," commented Juanita.
"So that 's why the coyotes howl every night," observed Antonio. "I should think they 'd be tired by this time."
"Oh, Coyote does not get tired. He is not like man. That is why man is so great—because Coyote did not get tired when he was making him."
"When Coyote was making man? Do you mean that Coyote made man?" The memory of his catechism weighted Antonio's word with doubt.
"Oh, have I not told you that story? No, I can't tell it now. Your Señor Padre wants these spurs fixed for this evening. You come to-morrow, and you will hear about it."
