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bushy tail, but he's so small now you can hold him in the palm of your hand.

"Doesn't matter how small you make me," Coyote he says to the judge. "I'm still
Coyote."

Albert he's so serious now. He gets out of jail and he goes back to living in
the factory. Kids've torn down that wall of his, so he gets back to fixing it
right, gets back to sharing food and brewing tea and helping the skin gifts out
when he can, gets back to telling stories. Some people they start thinking of
him as a shaman and call him by an old Kickaha name.

Dan Whiteduck he translates the name for Billy Yazhie, but Billy he's not quite
sure what he's heard. Know-more-truth, or No-more-truth?

"You spell that with a 'K' or what?" Billy he asks Albert.

"You take your pick how you want to spell it," Albert he says.

Billy he learns how to pronounce that old name and that's what he uses when he's
talking about Albert. Lots of people do. But most of us we just keep on calling
him Albert.

One day this Coyote decides he wants to have a pow-wow, so he clears the trash
from this empty lot, makes the circle, makes the fire. The people come but no
one knows the songs anymore, no one knows the drumming that the dancers need, no
one knows the steps. Everybody they're just standing around, looking at each
other, feeling sort of stupid, until Coyote he starts singing, Ya-ha-hey,
ya-ha-hey, and he's stomping around the circle, kicking up dirt and dust.

People they start to laugh, then, seeing Coyote playing the fool.

"You are one crazy skin!" Angle Crow calls to him and people laugh some more,
nodding in agreement, pointing at Coyote as he dances round and round the
circle.

But Jimmy Coldwater he picks up a stick and he walks over to the drum Coyote
made. It's this big metal tub, salvaged from a junkyard, that Coyote's covered
with a skin and who knows where he got that skin, nobody's asking. Jimmy he hits
the skin of the drum and everybody they stop laughing and look at him, so Jimmy
he hits the skin again. Pretty soon he's got the rhythm to Coyote's dance and
then Dan Whiteduck he picks up a stick, too, and joins Jimmy at the drum.

Billy Yazhie he starts up to singing then, takes Coyote's song and turns it
around so that he's singing about Spider Rock and turquoise skies, except
everybody hears it their own way, hears the stories they want to hear in it.
There's more people drumming and there's people dancing and before anyone knows
it, the night's over and there's the dawn poking over the roof of an abandoned
factory, thinking, these are some crazy skins. People they're lying around and
sitting around, eating the flatbread and drinking the tea that Coyote provided,
and they're all tired, but there's something in their hearts that feels very