"O Tecla!" and Juanita only snuggled closer.
"Well, keep still then. Don't wriggle, and I will tell you the story as my godfather told it to me."
One night the fox was standing near a pond, looking at the moon's reflection in the water.
The coyote came up and said, "Now I am going to eat you."
The fox said: "Oh, don't eat me now, Brother Coyote. There is a big piece of cheese in this pond. Help me drink up all the water, and then we will share the cheese."
The coyote looked at the reflection of the moon in the water and said: "That is a fine piece of cheese. I will help you get it."
So he drank until he felt tired, and still the pond seemed full. "Oh, Brother Fox, my stomach aches. I can't drink any more."
"Well, you stay here, and I will run and get some friends to help us drink up the water."
And away the fox ran, and although the coyote waited for him all night, he never came back.
"Poor Coyote!" murmured Juanita.
"I don't believe Coyote thought the moon was cheese," asserted Antonio. "He 'd know the difference. Wantasson says Coyote made the moon."