When Coyote caught her tail on fire, she fled the city for the hills. Dragon Man followed, swallowing up the ash, and all the world went still. Nothing grew for a long time in the city or in the hills. Coyote waited, nursing her burns, until spring. Then she found a lonely puddle and asked her to grow a seed to two. Soon there was green on the hills and folks walking through the tall grass. Nothing grew in the city. Only Dragonman walks there now.
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