|Coyote the Sailor
||[Jul. 18th, 2004|09:34 pm]
On our way home from Portland, we stopped in Redding for dinner at a Jack in the Box. Now, His Toothiness has long enjoyed having one of us let him write out things on paper napkins, before and/or after the meal is at hand. He prefers red ink, but will settle for other colors in a pinch. What follows is the story he wrote in Redding, after I was done with my dinner and Stefon was still finishing up.
Coyote the Sailor
Once, there was a river town that only had one bridge. Traffic was very congested, and life was horrible.
Until along came Coyote.
He came sailing up the river on a fancy schmancy river boat and decided to help. If the river town people would spot him a bit of cash, that is. He'd used up his cheating magic at the tables and wanted to try roulette.
So! Coyote set up a little toll booth at the bridge and took a dollar from all comers. Miraculously, traffic flowed and flowed, even if Coyote stopped to chat, which he did. Alot.
But Coyote got greedy. He told the river town people to set up a bunch more bridges, put in a toll booth in each one, and dashed back and forth, collecting as much as he could.
But the people soon realized that traffic was faster when Coyote was off at another bridge and they made a game of it, doing their best to drive along a bridge where Coyote wasn't.
Finally, Coyote was so exhausted, he took his bags of money and jumped into the river, intending to swim to the boat and make a killing at roulette.
But the money was so heavy, and Coyote was so tired, that he sank to the bottom because he wouldn't let go.
So Coyote took a nap at the bottom of the river.
Until along came Coyote's brother...