Grandfather,
the sky is clouding over,
it’s
going to rain, to storm!
let’s
run home!
Slowly,
grandchild, slowly.
Grandfather,
let’s take shelter
under
that redwood tree.
But the
lightning might strike it.
Grandfather,
grandfather! I’m scared!
the
rain will drown us.
Crawl
into my shirt, grandchild;
the sun
will shine again.
Oh!
Grandfather: the sun is out, the rain is over!
but the
redwood tree fell! Grandfather,
what
are those things you were sitting on?
Those
are Coyote’s bones, grandchild;
the
lightning never strikes over them.
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