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they finished the mud, they carried it inside and spread it on the 

 floor. When they finished spreading;; it, the Old Coyote Woman 

 started to roll. All muddy, she rolled around, but it did not get 

 sleek at all. The floor was imprinted with her large claws. "Now 

 I will surprise the Crow. My floor is just as sleek as hers." 



So the next evening the Crow went to the Old Coyote Woman's 

 home for a visit. When she arrived the Old Coyote Woman said to 

 her: "Come in! Come in! Just look at my floor!" As the Crow 

 entered and saw the floor, there were large and plain imprints of 

 the claws, the ears, the tail, the hips, the teeth of the Old Coyote 

 Woman. The Crow made herself fall, just for fun, and said: "Old 

 Coyote Woman, how did it happen that your floor got so sleek?" 

 Then the Old Coyote Woman told her: "Just by rolling over and 

 over." Then they both sat down together to talk. 



After they sat talking a while, the Crow said to the Old Co\'Ote 

 Woman: "Old Coyote Woman, we ought to have something to eat 

 while visiting." Then the Old Coyote Woman said: "Very well, 

 bring me over that fire poker which is lying by the fireplace." Then 

 the Crow brought the fire poker and the Old Coyote Woman began 

 to whip herself with it on the nose. As she whipped herself on the 

 nose, it began to bleed, instead of pinyon nuts coming out. "Whip 

 yourself harder," said the Crow to her. Then the Old Coyote 

 Woman began to whip herself harder. Then her nose began to bleed 

 more. But she would not stop whippmg herself on the nose. Finally 

 the Old Coyote Woman killed herself by whipping herself on the 

 nose. As she lay dead, the Crow said, laughing: "The thus easily 

 fooled Old Coyote Woman thought that she would do the same as 

 I." As the Crow said thus, she ate the Old Coyote Woman's eye- 

 balls, and then flew away. 



So this is the reason that crows are fond of ej'eballs. 



You have a tail. 



Old Coyote Woman, Jackrabbit, and Bluejay Grind Together 



Once upon a time there lived at Rapui a Jackrabbit and a Blue- 

 jay. Once they said to each other: "To-morrow let us grind." 

 So the next morning they put their shelled corn on their metates 

 and began to grind. The Jackrabbit sang as she ground: 

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