Coyote was eating the stars. Every night he ate more of them.
The West wind cried out to Raven ``Save the stars! We must not lose them. The stars keep the earth in place - we will fall forever without the stars!''
Raven thought for a while. He also ate stars. But only occasionally and one at a time. Coyote ate them by the mouthful.
The West wind whispered in Coyote's ear. Raven pleaded with him. But Coyote laughed at them long and loud and kept on eating stars.
``You are not watching!'' Coyote said, and they did not know what he meant.
Raven cast spells to no avail.
The four winds got together and created a tornado and they sucked Coyote into the tornado and spun him round and round for many days. When at last they released him his fur was blown off and he could not stand. He staggered about all hairless and ugly and Raven said ``Now will you stop eating the stars?'' But Coyote snapped at him angrily and licked at his poor naked skin. Coyote could not find his feet. He grew very weak.
Raven felt sorry for him. Raven went out and gathered two stars in his beak. He brought them to Coyote who ate them gratefully.
Next day Coyote shit out four stars. Raven was amazed.
``Coyote creates stars!'' he called out.
``You were not watching,'' Coyote said.