There was a white man who was such a sharp trader that nobody ever got the better of him. Or so people said, until one day a man told the wasichu: “There’s somebody who can out-cheat you anytime, anywhere.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“That’s not possible,” said the wasichu. “I’ve had a trading post for many years, and I’ve cheated the Indians around here.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Even so, Coyote can beat you in any deal”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Let’s see whether he can. Where is Coyote?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Over there, that tricky-looking guy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Okay, all right, I’ll try him.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wasichu trader went over to Coyote. “Hey lets see you outsmart me.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I’m sorry,” said Coyote, “I’d like to help you out, but I can’t do it without my cheating medicine.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Cheating medicine, hah! Go get it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“I live miles from here and I’m on foot. But if you’d lend me your fast horse?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Well alright, you can borrow it. Go on home and get your cheating medicine!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Well, friend, I’m a poor rider. Your horse is afraid of me, and I’m afraid of him. Lend me your clothes; then your horse will think that I am you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Well, alright. Here are my clothes; now you can ride him. Go get that medicine. I’m sure I can beat it!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So Coyote rode off with the wasichu’s fast horse and his fine clothes, while the wasichu stood there bare-assed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aho!<\/p>\n\n\n\n