cunning of all the animals. And all the other animals know it. If it had n't been for Coyote there would n't be any other animals, or any world, or any you, or any me, or any Tecla to tell such false stories. Now would there, young Antonio?"
"Would n't there be anything without Coyote, Wantasson?"
"No, nothing; not even that sunflower against the fence. You know Coyote made the world, don't you?"
"Coyote?" Into Antonio's mind flashed the words he had learned in his catechism, "God made the world"; but his desire for the story brushed them aside for the moment. "Will you tell me how he made it, Wantasson?"
"Yes. Wait until I put this tire to cool; then I will rest awhile and tell it to you."
Antonio made a trumpet of his hands and shouted: "Nita, Nita, come here. Wantasson will tell us a story."
Juanita came hurrying, and soon the children were sitting in the shadow in front of the smithy, listening to Wantasson's story.
In the beginning of things it was all dark and still. There was no wind and neither was there any rain. There was no world as we see it to-day.
