Mr. Coyote still managed to pick up a living, but he
was hungry most of the time, and the less he had to put in his
stomach, the sharper his wits grew. At last one day, as he stole
soft-footed through the Green Forest, he discovered Mr. Lynx having a
great feast. To keep still and watch him was almost more than Mr.
Coyote could stand, for he was so hungry that it seemed as if the
sides of his stomach almost met, it was so empty.
"'If I could make myself into three, we could take that dinner away
from Mr. Lynx!" thought he, and right on top of that thought came a
great idea. Why not make Mr. Lynx think he had a lot of friends with
him? It would do no harm to try. So Mr. Coyote put his nose up in the
air and howled. Mr. Lynx looked up and grinned. He had no fear of Mr.
Coyote. Then Mr. Coyote hurried around to the other side of Mr. Lynx,
all the time keeping out of sight, and howled again, and this time he
tried to make his voice sound different. Mr. Lynx stopped eating and
looked up a little surprised. 'I wonder if Mr. Coyote has got a
brother with him,' thought he. A minute later Mr. Coyote howled again
from the place where he had howled in the first place. 'He certainly
has,' thought Mr. Lynx, 'but I'm a match for two of them,' and once
more he went on eating.
"Then Mr. Coyote began to run in a circle around Mr. Lynx, always
keeping out of sight in the thick brush, and every few steps he
yelped or howled, and each yelp or howl he tried to make sound
different.
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