So Coyote made people. He shut himself in his house while he carved people of wood. He used all kinds of wood: white oak, redwood, fir, pine, black oak, sugar pine, buckeye, maple, live oak. He carved them like sticks and stuck them in the ground all around the house. Then he sang and danced the rest of the night.
"In the morning you will be people," was what he sang.
Next morning they were people.
Then Coyote proceeded to give them names.
"You are Bluejay, and you, you are Deer, and you, you are Dog," he said, as he named every one of the sticks.
But these people did not know how to talk. So Coyote made a big dance. He made these people dance all night, while he was singing.
"Tomorrow, you will talk,"" he said.
When they awoke the next morning, the people were all talking.
"The fleas were terrible last night," they were saying to each other. "Those fleas nearly finished us."
Then Coyote spoke: "Good morning."
But the people were still talking about the fleas. Coyote was vexed at this.
—a Miwok origin tale from Gifford and Block, California Indian Nights, pages 99 to 100
Welcome! Here you'll find my attempts at playing Coyote, especially in the form of my constructed language Kwa'aar. I'm only on the first edition right now, but there are many features I hope to add in the near future, so keep an eye out for updates!