| A boy heard the voice of the whippoorwill one night
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| and went out to find where he was singing. |
| He had to walk quite a ways through a big field, because the
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| song of the whippoorwill carried so well in the wind he sound much closer then he really was. |
| And on the way
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| the boy found a well worn trail, so he stayed on it for a while. |
| And sitting in the middle of the trail was coyote,
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| and coyote was singing too. |
| He turned and saw the
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| boy and he said Why are you follow me? |
| The boy
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| was frightened and said Well the trail you made
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| happened to be a short and easy way through this
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| field. |
| Then coyote asked Well if your not following
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| me then why are you here? |
| Well I heard the beautiful
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| song of the whippoorwill and wanted to watch him
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| sing. |
| Well do you not think my songs are beautiful?,
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| said coyote. |
| Oh, said the boy, there good but I hear
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| you all the time. |
| I much prefer the songs of the
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| whippoorwill This made coyote furious and he was
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| jealous of the whippoorwill’s song. |
| He said Listen to my night song you might like this one And he pulled
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| back his head and yodeled out a tune. |
| The boy
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| covered his ears and politely said, Thank you for the
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| song, but I must be going now. |
| Well, coyote said, I can show you a short cut to the whippoorwill boy, and
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| where he sings is just over there. |
| Pointing his claw,
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| smiling out of the side of his mouth. |
| The boy paused,
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| looked around, he knew the night was passing fast so he agreed to follow coyote. |
| But coyote’s trail was
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| rough and rocky. |
| And the boy fell in quite a few
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| gopher holes along the way. |
| Coyote turned around
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| and laughed and he yelled to the boy. |
| Were almost
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| there, hurry up. |
| Coyote was at a full trot but the boy
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| had just fallen again and hurt his knee. |
| And by the time
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| he got to the place where the whippoorwill had been
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| singing all night, it was morning. |
| Whippoorwill was
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| gone. |
| And so was coyote, in fact he could hear
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| coyote’s songs in another field. |
| So the boy turned and
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| headed for home, covered with burrs, misq bites and a skinned up knee. |
| And it was many summers later
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| when the boy became a wiser man. |
| And he realized,
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| there are no shortcuts to find something you really
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| love. |
| But there are many trails in this life. |
| So you must
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| stay true to your path, and always keep and eye out
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| for coyote. |