Coots

RANGEL.

raven said to land otter you will live in the water just as well as on land raven and land otter were good friends so they went halibut fishing together land otter was a good fisherman raven said to land otter you will always have your house on a point where there are breezes from all sides whenever a canoe with people capsizes you will save the people and make them your friends this is how the land otter man was created because raven told this to land otter if people who are taken away by land otters are brought back by their friends they become shamans it is through the land otters that shamans were first known shamans by means of land otter spirits can see each other even though others cannot chapter CHAPTER XVI OF MYTHS AND LEGENDS OF ALASKA recording by verne seward myths and legends of alaska chapter sixteen raven and coot athapanscan upper yukon a long time ago raven wanted all the birds to look well so he painted them raven painted coot last then coot began to paint raven who wanted many bright colors so coot painted raven with bright colors with one hand but in the other hand he hid charcoal When Raven looked away, Coot blackened all the bright colors with charcoal.

Then Raven was angry and chased Coot.

But Coot ran too quickly.

So Raven threw white mud at him, white mud which splattered over Coot.

Therefore, Coot had all white spots on his head and back.

But Coot flew away and left Raven all black.

End of chapter 16 CHAPTER XVII.

So they knew these colors were not great.

And so what it turns out is, is that the colors are for their parents to recognize them better and you know you may say well you know the parents have a nest they lay their eggs there they take care of the babies in that nest what's what's to recognize well it turns out that Coot females might lose their nest or something, and then they'll sneak over and lay their eggs in somebody else's nest.

And they're more likely to do that when the other nest already has a few chicks in it.

So they're not the first chicks.

I love it.

Coot.

Who? That sounds like an American backwards name.

Just hearing it from Kentucky.

It's time to watch deliverance again.

Uh, yeah.

Coot.

Who me is everybody's cousin.

Chapter sixteen.

Raven and Coot.

Athapaskan.

Upper Yukon.

A long time ago, Raven wanted all the birds to look well, so he painted them.

Raven painted Coot last.

Then Coot began to paint Raven, who wanted many bright colors.

So Coot painted Raven with bright colors with one hand, but in the other hand, he hid charcoal.

Ukridge by P.G. Wodehouse.

Chapter eight: The Long Arm of Looney Coot.

Given private means sufficiently large to pad them against the molding buffets of life, it is extraordinary how little men change in after years from the boys they once were.

There was a youth in my house at school named Coot, J.G. Coot, and he was popularly known as Looney on account of the vain and foolish superstitions which seemed to rule his every action.

Boys are hard-headed, practical persons, and they have small tolerance for the viewpoint of one who declines to join in a quiet smoke behind the gymnasium, not through any moral scruples, which, to do him justice, he would have scorned, but purely on the ground that he had seen a magpie that morning.

This is what J.G. Coot did, and it was the first occasion on which I remembered him being addressed as Looney.

But once given, the nickname stuck, and this in spite of the fact, seeing that we were caught halfway through the first cigarette and forcefully dealt with by a muscular headmaster, that that magpie of his would appear to have known a thing or two.

For five happy years, till we parted to go to our respective universities, I never called Coot anything but Looney, and it was as Looney that I greeted him when we happened upon each other one afternoon at Sandown shortly after the conclusion of the three o'clock race.

Yes.

I actually asked my cousin Cooters, who's Ree's son, and he was eight years older than me.

I'm six, seven, eight, so he's 14, 15, 16, and my brother's three years older than me, so my brother is nine, 10, 11.

And we're on the bed, listening to music, playing a video game, and I said, "What's that shit?" That shit, that phrase right there, is what I always heard the adults f- mention when they was negatively talking about my mother.

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American Coot or Mud Hen.

Duck-like in appearance and habits, but legs long and toes lobed instead of completely webbed.

Plumage sooty black, more slatey below, sometimes whitish.