“Come and eat,” said the sister, as she brought a bowl of meat and put it on the floor.
“Hu-hu-ya!” again exclaimed the Mountain Lion, as he came nearer and sat down to eat. “What in the world is the matter with you, sister? You smell just like a Coyote. Hu-hu-ya!”
“Have you no more decency than to come home and scold your sister in that way?” exclaimed the Wolf. “I’m disgusted with you.”
“Hu-hu-ya!” reiterated the Mountain Lion.
Now, when the Coyote had heard the Mountain Lion coming, he had sneaked off into a corner; but he stuck his sharp nose out, and the Mountain Lion espied it. “Hu-hu-ya!” said he. “Sling that bad-smelling beast out of the house! Kick him out!” cried the old man, with a growl. So the sister, fearing that her brother would eat her husband up, took the Coyote in her arms and carried him into another room.
“Now, stay there and keep still, for brother is very cross; but then he is always cross if things don’t go right,” she said.
So when evening came her brothers began to discuss where they would go hunting the next day; and the Coyote, who was listening at the door, heard them. So he called out: “Wife! Wife!”
“Shom-me!” remarked old Long Tail. “Shut up, you dirty whelp.” And as the sister arose to go to see what her husband wanted, the Mountain Lion remarked: “You had better sling that foul-smelling cub of yours over the roof.”
No sooner had the girl entered than the Coyote began to brag what a runner he was, and to cut around at a great rate.
“Shom-me!” exclaimed the Mountain Lion again. “A Coyote always will make a Coyote of himself, foul-smelling wretch! Hu-hu-ya!”