Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, walked down a hill,
crossed the road leading to Ixtlan, and made his
way to a large Agave that was bathed in the light
of a late desert Christmas day.
"Merry Christmas!" Coyote said.
The large Agave cast a subtle glow that Coyote
acknowledged as a greeting. . . .
Then, he blinked . . . twice . . .
On the third blink Coyote's eyes cleared, and he
noticed juice dripping from a slight indentation on
the Agave that he calculated lined up perfectly with
the Star of the East.
He sniffed at the aroma from the Agave juice, that
seemed to drift through the clear desert atmosphere
and enter his left nostril. He noticed how it circulated
throughout his body, until it exited his right nostril.
"I'll be damned!" He said.
The Agave glowed, its aura reaching all the way to
Ixtlan.
Coyote marvelled. . . .
Now, Coyote, that Ol' Coyote, approached the Agave
and positioned himself so that its juice could drip on
his tongue, and roll back his throat, where the juice
stung like hot pepper.
"I'll be damned!" He said.
Ol' Coyote drank Mescal and sang Christmas Carols
into the wee hours of the morning.
The large Agave glowed. . . .
The Star of the East positioned itself above four large
buttes.
The desert was quiet. . . .
The Agave slept.
Rattlesnake felt woozy from the aroma of fermented
Agave juice.
Maria played her Peyote Rattle at the base of a large
butte.
Coyote slept.
Yes, Ol' Coyote slept. . . .
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
All the best,
LaurieC
