Next, just as the Goddess of the Seasons had instructed him, he threaded these pods onto strings so that they hung in bunches like red bananas. Then when the plants were a beautiful dark red, he worked well into the night picking every last one of them. So Coyote waited (not an easy thing for him). She told him to wait until the pods on each plant became deep red in color and then to pick them and hang them to dry. The Goddess of the Seasons pointed over her shoulder to several rows of plants that Coyote had never noticed before. Coyote didn’t want to do anything but play-that was clear-but he also could not bear the thought of knowing that the harshness of winter was here to stay, so he agreed to do whatever it took. The Goddess of the Seasons answered that she could definitely see his side of the situation and that she did know of a way to make the sun shine throughout the winter if Coyote was willing to work a little. Quickly he asked if she couldn’t just do away with winter altogether. Now work was not something that Coyote wanted to become familiar with, but in his zealousness to convince the Goddess of the Seasons, he had let the words slip out that he wanted something to do. But what about me? I have nothing to do to make the winter any easier.” At least Bear has hibernation and Squirrel has his way of collecting all those acorns. “It’s not fair that once a year our very world is stripped away from us. Doesn’t it just break your heart?” he whimpered, faking a tear. Look at Deer searching for grass through the frost on the ground, and Bear-Bear got so hungry he just went to sleep. When he’d gotten her attention, he said, “You must have realized by now that you made a big mistake with winter. So from where he sat on his rock among the last bit of remaining brush, he pointed his nose up to the sky and howled to the Goddess of the Seasons. He decided that the thing to do was to convince the Goddess of the Seasons, who had carelessly created this thing called winter, to rid everyone, but mainly Coyote, of this heartless time of year. Spring, summer, and fall were fine, but winter, he thought, was just a bad idea that should be done away with.
One winter, as he lay on a rock cursing the cold wind that continually rifled through his fur, Coyote came to the conclusion that winter just wasn’t working out. It all happened back before the world was really up on its feet and all that existed were a few animals and the seasons. The good thing is that oftentimes Coyote’s self-serving plans backfire, and sometimes the result is wonderful. Instead, he revels in being clever, and you can bet that if ever there was a schemer, it’s Coyote. Unlike Beaver or Squirrel, Coyote has never been known for his industriousness. How Coyote Brought The Chiles From the 1989 cookbook Coyote Cafe by Mark Miller.
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