Just then the morning star peeped up over the hilltop. "I will watch her," said Coyote. "Her movements will keep me awake."
But the star traveled slowly, and his eyelids were weary of being open. "I know what I will do," and he sharpened two little sticks and put one in each eye to prop up his eyelids. "Now I will take a tiny nap, while my eyes are fixed on the star. When the sun comes up, the light in my open eyes will waken me."
The little nap grew into a sound sleep. Coyote's head lolled over on a manzanita bush. The sharp sticks in his eyes pierced right through the eyelids and kept them closed fast. Coyote slept on.
The morning star reached high in the sky. The leaves began to quiver. The birds called to each other their morning greetings. The animals stirred, rubbed their eyes, shook themselves, first slowly and then faster, and jumped to their feet facing the east. Still Coyote slept on.
As the sun stretched its golden fingers into the heavens, man appeared upon the hilltop. The animals clustered around him, all but Coyote, who still lay asleep unnoticed.
Man gave the first bow to Cougar, the second to Grizzly, and so on down the list, until he reached little stumpy Frog. After he had given Frog his,
