One day Little Girl was sitting at her window, feeling hopeless and helpless, gazing outside across the dry, brown grass in her yard, to the sunny fields, ripe with seeds, when she saw Grandfather Coyote trot by on the edge of the golden grass. Little Girl watched him, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyes twinkling, merrily passing, when she could swear she saw him wink and smile at her.
Coyote disappeared into the tall grass of the fields, and Little Girl wondered about him.
Day after day, when Little Girl went to her window, she saw Coyote trot by, and every day Little Girl could swear he winked at her. Little Girl decided to follow Coyote.
Little Girl had never gone away from home alone before. She was frightened at the thought, but Little Girl was tired of being alone in that house, feeling helpless and sad, so she packed her bag and prepared for an adventure.
Little Girl went to the window and saw Coyote trotting by, as usual. Coyote winked and smiled at her, as usual. Then, when Coyote wasn’t looking, she slipped out the open window and hurriedly tiptoed after him.
To be continued . . .