Finally, curiosity won.

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Sure, I was called a coyote, a trickster, by a man long ago.  He seemed upset, and would speak no further.  That is the truth.  And, I was annoyed with his proclamation, and hurt.  In spite of, after him saying it, actually... realizing, or believing.  A slight smirk ran the length of my indignation.  Now, I had sipped a bit.  If you have ever supped on libation, you may know that you can have... funny reactions to things.  And yet I was pretty sure.  A coyote, a trickster?  Even if, perhaps, I agreed that such was true, I didn't know what it meant, or at least what he meant by that.  I never have done the research, save very thinly.  One sentence definitions, perhaps a paragraph.

So, tonight, for the first time, I went looking.  No, I am not interested in such a story told by some, probably, plump middle aged British woman, or some green fanatic who doesn't understand squat, or some... well... you know.  I wanted to try to find some of these stories told by the old tellers.  As much as that is possible.  Of course, some of it might be... aggrandized for whites or a more general market.  And there would be variances.  The trickster is not just the coyote usually, but also the wolf, raven, and others.  Still, I thought I wanted to hear some of the stories.  Here are two.
This is not quite the creation story, so much as when men were introduced, though mostly about coyote.  The first two minutes or so... are a tangle of not much.  To get to the story, start at about 2:15, which is the last few seconds of... something... then the start of the story.

This was mislabeled.  It is about coyote and buffalo.

One thing,  I didn't realize coyote was set to fight monsters.  I have heard and read that often as I dug in tonight.  Literally.  There were other things in there.  Not always easy on the ego, even if these are all just stories.  As we have discussed.  Interesting to hear them from another... perspective.  Oh, the storyteller played Tanto, in one of the earlier versions obviously.  Harold J. Smith, was his birth name, but he was Mohawk.  What's in a name?

Out of curiosity, does anything seem... familiar?  *grins*

Just thought I'd share some of it.  Hmm?  Oh, right... I ought to take care of a few things.  A little heat, some coffee, a bite to eat, reset the dishes, and by the time all of that settles, I'll get to some other things?  Maybe.  Later.