Coyote: A Narrative Fiction

The two stories ‘Totem’ and ‘The Coyote Columbus Story’ written by Thomas King are about the Aboriginal people of North America. Thomas King revisits the history of the Native American people in his stories and tells them in a symbolic and metaphorical manner, with his simple touch of humour. The stories “Totem” and “The Coyote Columbus Story” are based on historical events, where in they describe the real historical events which have occurred, rather than the ones written down otherwise. The story “Totem” illustrates the cultural biased society’s attitude towards the Aboriginal people of North America. The story “Totem” by Thomas King captures several such incidences and tells them in a bit magical and symbolic way. It tells us the story about Aboriginal people and their three centuries of history shared with the European. “The Coyote Columbus Story” by Thomas King talks about the sailors who claimed they had found the land of India and China, which was North America in reality, and corrects their claim in this story by retelling the true events which had actually happened. The events in this story take place at the time when Columbus arrived in North America, unlike in “Totem” where its events take place in a post-Columbus period.

I had survived the first part of the harsh weathers, I was hoping that it would be over before it was. I knew that I had no chance of survival. I hadn't eaten for six days, I had no water unless it rained, but then it would just freeze by he next day. I had been through so much and then then came the day were I knew I had to leave. It was early winters morning in this strange place that I had been, There were no noises but some faint wind from the few trees in sight. I stretched and got out of my tree to find something to eat like I did every morning, knowing I wouldn’t find anything, but then I thought I saw something in a bush. I had a rush of excitement wishing it would be food. Then I saw a blurred object approaching me, I blinked my eyes once or twice and then that blurred object wasn't blurry anymore. I saw something that I couldn't believe, It was a bunny! An actual bunny in the flesh! I slowly walked towards the creature, I could hear my stomach grumbling. When

The Native American tale of "Coyote and Bear", originally translated from oral tradition in nineteen six by G. A. Dorsey in the book The Pawnee, Mythology, Part I, tells us the story of Coyote who accidentally meets Bear, and in order to protect himself from being killed by Bear, starts to make up self praising stories to impress Bear. Eventually, Coyote convinces Bear, but after a few hesitant moves, Bear realizes that Coyote was lying. The tale then, ends up with the murder of Coyote by Bear. The most relevant literary figure used in the tale is the trickster, which is, in the study of folklore, a god, a spirit, or simply a human hero who breaks god´s or nature´s rules, sometimes with bad intention, but usually with final positive

My father Roberto Cuevas decided to emigrate from his rural town in Mexico to the United States to look for a better opportunity of life. My dad grew in a rural area raising animals and cultivating seeds such as corn and beans. My father didn’t have enough access to education, because the lack of sources in the area. At the age of eighteen my dad crossed the border illegally with my uncle Fidel. Both paid over one hundred dollars to coyote, which is the name of the people who enter illegal immigrants to the US. Get a coyote to cross the border is an action that many immigrants did to come to the United States and even today immigrants paid them high amount of money to cross the border. My dad and my uncle were hide in the back part of car,

I jump and scream. As I get half way through the Woods I trip on root coming out of the ground. Scrapes are covering my knee, blood gushing! I limp my way through the woods tripping and falling as I go. I finally see the backyard of my house, but first have to get through the neighbor's yard. Hopefully that angry dog is locked up! I think to myself! But as I reach the neighbors yard I see the vicious, angry, horrifying dog standing there with his slobber all over his mouth Just staring at me. “Nice doggy” I said sweetly. But it doesn't work. He comes chasing at me only couple yards away! “ Bruno!” Yells the neighbors owner.”Stop this instant!” Bruno goes walking toward the man slowly. “Kenal! Now!” Bruno walks past me growling while walking toward his kenal. “Sorry about that,” says the owner. “Here i’ll help you home.” He says sweetly. As we approach the door, my mother opens it quickly. “What happened? Are you ok?” “Yeah.” I reply. “Well thank you!” “ No problem.” says the man. When I walk inside mom quickly cleans up my knee and sends me straight to bed. As I lay in bed I think of all the crazy things I did today. This was a day I would never

It was almost 5 o’clock on a Friday. Mom and Eric had left to pick up his kids, Olivia and Conner. The usually about two hours to pick up the kids and come back since they live in Chicago. My sister, Hunter, was at work until 9:30, so I was home alone for a while. I went to let the my dogs outs. Jim’s dogs were in his backyard. There were two of them and I was frighten of them attacking someone, because they were huge and probably strong. Even though their was a fence serpating my yard and theirs, I still worried about them getting lose. As my dogs ran out into the grass, JIm’s dogs jumped up on the fence. They we so powerful that the fence bend, almost like it was about to snap. Their piercing barks filled the area with sound. I hurried the

While watching the cartoon Wile E. Coyote one cannot help but see the world this coyote inhabits. One knows it is this cartoon by the backgrounds where Wile E. Coyote lives in the desert. Maurice Noble created this background and throughout his career he was a production designer, background artist and layout designer. He worked for Disney, Warner Brothers and Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer and his career spanned 60 years but he did not get the notoriety like the animator Chuck Jones. Since background work is less noticeable compared to the characters, Noble’s work was not as recognized.

It was a very cold and windy night, the wind was so loud it sounded like one of our members from our pack howling. The cold winter was slowly creeping up on us. The sky had never been darker than tonight it was a grey and black mix, kinda like our fur coats that everyone trembled over, but it was faintly streaked with purple. My two brothers, two sisters, and I have been our own pack since our parents died when they went out hunting following the rich smell of sickness and weakness towards town. We hadn’t eaten in days and our prey were finally outsmarting us as much as we hated to admit it and we were slowly starving to death. Usually on the prairie we could find dear or even bunny rabbits that were just waiting to be teared apart from our

“Sloppy all sloppy!” He shouted. “It wasn't our fault sir!” A young familiar voice raised up. “It was that stupid kid. He didn't know what he was doing!” “That's no excuse!” The red wolf interrupted. The red wolf began to slowly walk around the table. “Your incompetence disgraces us all! If you would have done as I had said, then we wouldn't have had to try and kill that dumb giant and that stupid old fool.” The giant? were they talking about Wygar? I wondered who the old fool was he mentioned too. “We need to do something while we have the chance.” Another member chimed. “Kill Randall Kade! He is becoming a nuisance!” another young voice said. I felt my heart sink down into my stomach. “Yeah! Slit his throat in his sleep!” “With him gone no, one can stop us!” A third member begged.

Once upon a time, there was a baby rabbit named Rascal. He like to explore, but usually ended up getting himself lost. Today was one of those days. Rascal had been hopping through a vast field, and realized he wasn’t sure which way was back to the road. Rascal knew the field eventually ended, and if he kept heading straight, he would find it. He started to hop through the grass, focused on hopping in one direction. The sun was still rising, creating beautiful shades of color in the sky for Rascal to admire.

I looked over to see that there was two coyotes slowly making their way over to me. Like this day couldn’t get any better they seemed to be wanting to fight me. The first one hops up and I protect myself with my left arm with the coyote holding on for dear life. The other one was now coming for my non struck leg. I kick the the coyote that was on arm and moved out of the way from the second one. Grabbing onto a loose stick I hit the coyote that tried to attack my leg till it fell off of the pile. The other coyote was now running up to me. I did the same thing I did to the other coyote and smacked the coyote across its face with a stick. The coyotes got back up and started to leave. With a sigh of relief and a bleeding arm I got my leg unstuck and limbed my way back on the

One day three boys were talking  and  one of the boys had the idea to invite the other boys to a camping trip into the forest. Once they got into the woods Bobby, who was the youngest of the boys, was getting frightened by the large trees and the sounds of every single thing in the woods.

Terrified I jumped behind a tree hoping it wouldn't notice. It didn't even glance my way as it raced ahead, it appeared to be chasing a black and white rabbit that was ahead of me. As it passed by me I let out a sigh of relief "he didn't see me." I think to myself with a hint of gratitude in my voice. I look down and see a beaten up brown leather wallet under my foot. "what's that doing out here in the middle of nowhere?" I ask myself. Just as I bent down to pick up the wallet my pocket lets out a shriek. "What the hell was that?!" I ask myself as my pocket lets out another ear splitting shriek. I reach into my pocket only to reveal my phone shrieking in unison with an incoming call. I look down at the caller ID and it shows an unknown caller, I answer it hoping it's someone who can help me figure out where I am. "Hello?" I say hopeful, "Hello" says the voice on the other end of the phone, his voice is slightly unnerving but I decide to shake it off, until I heard his next words "I heard you found my wallet, return it to me and I will explain to you what happened to you last night." "You were there?" I asked scared but with excitement in my voice nonetheless. "Yes I was, but you would not remember me for I was unimportant to the night's events Sam Knight." "How do you know my name?" I ask suddenly wary of our words. "Like I said before I was there just unimportant and unnoticed, bring me my wallet to the mountain straight ahead I will give you two days time to get here and return it or a great misfortune will befall you." His voice was deep and dark when he said these last words "and remember Sam Knight don’t open the wallet do you understand?" "Yes" I said very timid, just then my phone died and I was alone in the dark once more only this time I had to find the owner of this

One day I was walking through the forest just like any other typical day of mine. I passed by this little girl in a red hood and I thought nothing of her. She was carrying some goodies that looked delicious but I did not want to be impolite and ask her for some. So I continued walking through the forest just minding my own business. A couple minutes later I saw this small goat loose in the middle of the forest which confused me very much. I then saw a small house in the distance so I went over there to see if they knew anything about this goat being the kind wolf I am. I got to the house and knocked on the door and before I could even say anything this old lady

As I was looking at the red glowing eyes I kept thinking that they were watching me because when I ducked,ran, and jumped they followed me. I tried to run to my grappas house but I got lost, now I'm in the middle of a field. I can hear twigs and branches breaking in the forest, I feel as if someone or something is following me. Then I saw a shadow move past me then I saw a coyote, it was covered in the deer he had mauled,then a mountain lion came from the hills and swiftly approached the coyote. As I watched the coyote get pounced on I ran out of the field and climbed a tree and relaxed there as the mountain lion looked for me but the the lion found me. I nearly jumped out of the tree but then I fell out of the tree onto the mountain lion!