Coyote’s Side of Things

Coyote would like to tell you how it all started. He wants it so much so he wishes I would shut up and get out of the way. He is creature who gets is way often enough. And, to be honest, I would like to hear his side of things…
“When I say how it started I don’t mean how the whole world shebang came into being. I mean simpler times…a time when I curled up on a car seat next to a certain girl who now does my typing. A time when my existence in her being came to be, per say. I like to say per say. Per say, per say, per say.
I came because she asked. So simple. Of course I don’t care to remember the actual fucking request. Just that for once my ears perked and I parked in next to her. Not me specific when she asked. Just something and figured, guys I can take this one for a change. She finds it all so mystical and that is just her dreamy girl nature as ridiculous as it is. For me, I just continued my nap closer to her; closer to what I felt could be something worth my bidding. No magic here. She wanted help and I can, on occasion be helpful.
She would tell you this tale of asking, as I said. And then the rest of the universe came into being around that asking. She asked and saw me sitting next her, curled up and cartoon like. I liked the story she was listening to, it made me stay past all her “what does it mean” bullshit. The story was about me, so how could it not draw my attention. It drew hers, the coincidences piled up and made her believe. The mushiness of it makes me want to hurl.
But I stayed…years now for her. In the shadows. No biggy, really as I needed my beauty rest. Oh I gallivant around, stir up the world. But I think we have finally figured out how to use each other. And I think she is finally ready for the Trickster. Are you?”