there was still one more bow left, the shortest of them all.
Man looked around. "What animal have I missed?" he asked. The animals glanced round their numbers. "Why, Coyote is not here!" said Cougar.
Away they all scampered to search for him. Soon they found him, fast asleep, with his head on the manzanita branch. They danced on him and shouted: "Oh, hi, Coyote! Wake up! wake up! You have the shortest bow. You 're not so strong as little squatty Frog. Oh, hi, Coyote! Coyote! Ha, ha!"
Coyote sat up dazed. The sticks held his eyelids shut fast. He could not see, but he could feel the sunshine; and the laughs of the animals maddened him.
He pulled the stick out of his right eye, then the one from his left. He blinked his eyes. Yes, there were all the animals, each with a bow. Only a tiny little bow was left at man's feet. Coyote put his head down between his paws and wept.
Man felt sorry for him, and said to the animals: "You should not laugh at him. He has helped you many a day. As I cannot make him the strongest animal, I will give him ten times his former cunning."
