He turned his canoe back the way he had come, away from the vast mountains of ice that he saw in the distance.  “If there are villages in that land,” said Coyote, “I will not see them.  Even my thick coat is not enough to keep me warm.”

           He began to shed his winter coat as he floated on, paddling toward warmer lands.  He stopped at the lands of Easter, and Tonga, and New Caledonia, and Sandwich, and Georgia.  Coyote never traded or worked for the things he needed but instead, he stole to fill his journey skin.

           Coyote traveled to all of the lands of the earth and entered the villages as a guest.  When he left, he left as a thief, sneaking away in his canoe before the sun awoke to begin the day.

           One night, as Coyote slept wrapped in his blanket in the canoe that was called Endeavor, he awoke when he heard a noise.  The canoe echoed with sound.

           “Who are you?” yelled Coyote.  “What do you want of Coyote?”  There was no answer and all was quiet, so Coyote thought it was a dream and he went back to sleep.  When the sun called to Coyote to get up and begin the day, he saw that all of his supplies were gone.  Gone was his meager food.  Gone was his drinking water.  Coyote was very angry to see that he had been robbed and he ran to the village as fast as his legs could carry him (and Coyote had very fast legs) in order to avenge himself.

           “Who has stolen what is mine?” screamed Coyote angrily.

           In reply, those who lived in the village set upon Coyote with their spears and war clubs and killed him.

           The moral of this story is:  What goes ’round, comes ’round.